The forest whispers with every stride,
A symphony where all the secrets hide.
His coat blends into the night’s dark sea,
But his pack is near, as close as can be.

Though he walks the night with head held high,
A silent call echoes through the sky.
His pack follows, unseen but near,
Their presence felt, their loyalty clear.

In the stillness, his soul takes flight,
The guardian of the endless night.
For though he roams with steps unbound,
His pack is close, all around.

Together they move, though miles apart,
United by the beating of one heart.
The lone wolf walks, but he’s never alone,
His pack’s strength is the one he’s known.