When the moon crests the hills giving each tree a black pool-shadow the wolves wade in the forest wet themselves in the darkness shake it from their fur in clearings of light Their eyes are stars, Their teeth comets, their tails galaxies they are constellations of the night they roam the universe. They run as Diana's companions, laugh as her silver arrows and their iron teeth harvest the hunt's bounty they hide in her moon cloud around her with breath. They are brave of soul, clear of eye and mind they are strong of jaw they are loyal-kind they are keen to scent quick to 'fend their kin they are hot of blood they are slow to sin. Grey brown white black blonde ear tail paw claw tongue they play as a pack and they melt together so that one is part of all and all become one. They prance through the forest they track through the sky they are noble in friendship and single in thought I join them in flight I run in the company of wolves (D. J. Sylvis)
