

The den is full, and the kits do bound. They make haste to hunt, yet should beware. For the wolves do roam, unchained and fierce. Lo, I espy the twelve, lying slain in the grass. I would flee and flee, back to my haven.
The den is full, and the kits do bound. They make haste to hunt, yet should beware. For the wolves do roam, unchained and fierce. Lo, I espy the twelve, lying slain in the grass. I would flee and flee, back to my haven.