KHR Pack
Thick claws dig deep as the thunder of his heavy paws thrum
across the broken ground, stirring the air.
The earthy scent wafts around him.
Sounds of deep chuffs puff from his powerful maw into the frozen
night.
His lips curled to display his long distinct canines.
Tightly honed muscles bulge and flex beneath the dense blond
fur covering his large body.
Silver-blue moonlight
dance over his rapidly moving form.
His constitution bleeds ardent purpose tenaciously through
his veins.
His call, uncontainable.
He is the Alpha of the pack, of our pack.
The mournful howl he sings, directed towards the night’s
sun, is our beacon.
Raising our voices ensuing, we echo through the air our
loyalties.
Together we are strong.
Happy WolfWednesday Alpha.
Happy WolfWednesday packmates.
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