His fresh raw teeth showing with no fear to hide

the rumble sounds of thunder billowing over the thicket of his land

leaving his print within the mud and dirt around

then he sees another in mere sight

together they tumble teeth ready to bite 

standing their own ground fighting the first of their own kind

or  who steps across the boundaries of their thicket lines

seeing of whom will win the dominancy at hand

trying their hardest and best only to protect their given land

they stand together like that of an army of men

bringing in food for their women and pups

plenty for the entire pack to have enough for them all

this land will always remain his own

and he will stand firm ears perked with every movement or sound

his heart will beat fast as he stays pure and faithful till his old aged death

even then his spirit still remains loyal

his footing running fast like a hidden sniper in the woods

true and a friend he’ll remain till the end

protective and observent to the entire pack

strong and tough yet mild even still

living loyal is what he must do

fighting for the food to bring it home

the wolf is a strong charachter kind

 with every thought of loyalty, power and strife he leads within life

building up strong packs to follow his lead while he lives out his very own deeds

be him a man or a dog is for you to decide

what I know most is that I trust in him and his guidence of life

The wolf and his pack will remain my friend in life

 with such beautiful coats of black, white silver and grey

this is where my life remains as friend this is where I will stay

becoming part of his tribe if I must

I don’t care as long as I just remain at his side for life

moving subtly in the breeze like the wind

he fights his spot with another to gain his spot in under moonlight of the night

as he gazes amonst the light of the night he sits and howls all through his night

in watch of his pride which he carry’s strong within

he hold his pride strong for the pack whiich holds his name