Snow Wolf
She surges over snow, through blistering winds and freezing ice. She deflects each earthly blow, her movements so exact, so precise. Her body soars with grace, she is like a ghost. Wisdom reflects across her face, like a guide she acts as winters host. White coat blended, she is lost within the storm, Just like a phantom, trapped inside her own deadly form. A ruler of a world so hidden, in a cold shadow she hides, She embodies this legacy written, forever across the Arctic land she glides.
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