The light of a lunar knight shines upon one white wolf child,
born to be wild but rasied mild the hair glowing bright whight,
with the will to fight on sight she may bite but she always knows the right choice,
a 6th sence cloaked by innocents of youth,
when the snow falls upon this wolf,
cloaked from the world but still a part of it she reveals herself only to those who are worthy of her kindness and grace,
she takes a pace closer each day to growing into the wolf of the moon, soon she shall reach that goal cause she give it her best in heart, mind and soul.
Writen by Drakonus7, my brother.
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Everyone has a carefully composed mask that they always wear to hide themselves from others, yet we spend our lives looking for somone who can see right through it. And when you find that person, it's the greatest relief you could ever feel.