We prey on the weak.
Forsake mercy for food.
Males watch the young so the bitches can hunt
An adult is a mentor,
be it parent or uncle or aunt.
No one lives too long, you can't.
Nor would you want to.
Being has purpose,
there's nothing we want
and it's magnificent out here.
We breathe the sky,
herald the night.
The colder it gets
the harder we play and fight.
You can join us by becoming a wolf.
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