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We howl

apart,

yet connected,

we howl.

 

Our voices

travel great distance

and are received,

loud and clear.

 

Launching our muzzles 

at the sky,

we mark what is ours,

by voice, with blood.

 

Primal, base, hunger and lust,

these are our vectors,

they urge us on, hurtling us

at our quarry, into our future.

 

Your scent in my nose,

your voice in my ears,

your taste in my mouth,

wolf-pack, we claimed what is ours.

 

Freedom...

Territory.

Peace and violence.

Home.

 

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