A wolf howls at the moon, searching for his soul. he howls allnight long looking for his mate. The wolf hears a fate howl from wolf far away from another pack searching for her mate. he follow's this howl through the deep fog, only to be trapped by thorn bushes, but his animal instints drive through all the pain an agony past the bushes to a sea. he swims the sea to fing his true love. but when he finds her he is tolate. she has mated with another and he is once again alone in the darkness of the fog.
Spirits may fall, spirits may rise, but the power within the spirit makes sure it shall never die.
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