She pauses in her travels, raises her head and listens to the echoes of the cry
Standing silently, as the sound gradually fades, and silence again befalls the land.
She raises her head to the sky, eyes shining with a century of knowledge,
And slowly, opens her mouth, and howls towards the moon lit sky.

Her song is a song of beauty, of wonder, of love
Her song, unbeknown to herself, is a song of her life, her travels, who she is
She raises her voice, then slowly lowering the pitch, ends her answering cry.
And then she waits.

The answer is again heard on the winds, taken up by the pack.
She tilts her head to the side, and smiles her wolfish smile
All is well with the world
All is happy with her family

She sets off slowly in the direction of the cry
Knowing her work is not yet done
Knowing there is still much to teach
Knowing she has much to learn.

Another year has passed for her, The Lady of the Wolves
Another year of tears, both of sadness and happiness
And the cry from her pack, is a cry of joy in having known her
And the cry from her pack, is a cry of thanks for having taught them.