The winter night is shattered,
The silence broken,
By the cry of a lone wolf

She stalks through the dark in search of a companion.
With no pack of her own,
She cries out.
Her ears perked,
And her nose to the ground,
She follows a trail al her own,
Longing for a companion to keep her warm in the night.

She stops by a stream for a drink.
Up her head suddenly jerks
A noise ahead she hears.
She stares into the dark,
Looking,
Listening.

Then she sees him.
Slowly emerging from the woods accross the stream
She watches him move to the stream.
The white wolf glances at her,
And calmly lowers his head to drink.
She lays down to watch him.

The white wolf sits and cleans himself,
Then looks long and hard at the lone one..
She sits up quick and looks back at him.
Their eyes lock for an instant.
He calmly turns around and returns to the woods.

Although cautious she decides to follow.
There she finds him laying under a tree,
Starring her way.
Slowly cautiously she makes her way towards him.
They stare long into each others eyes.
She licks his face and his ears
He licks hers.
And so she lays beside him his head atop hers

And as she drifts off she wonders.
Is this the one she seeks?
And somewhere on the distance she hears a pack howling.
And together she and her new friend let out a howl of their own.

As one.