As going into the tunnels of oblivion it's either kill or be killed

It seem as if the snow starts to fall just as the sky does

we run for the safety of our pack their have been 

people to join us but some could not reach the

light and they would be struck to the ground for the times

we think the hunters have backed away there are three more inthe

woods waiting for the next sprint for our survival 

We are strong but in others eyes we are the vicious creatures 

of the night but we are just trying to survive for one more 


Frightful night for us we are strong we are prideful

We are the wolves


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