A wild, grey beast

Claws, sharper than knives

Paws, rougher than rock

Fur, soft and filled with a wild scent

 

Travels through the land at the speed of light

Crawls closer... and closer… and then…it STRIKES!

 

Sprints across the land just like the kings

And when it’s time

It lets out a howl that presents its might

This really is the beast of the night:

The wolf.