Wolves of night and shadow. We stalk the darkness, our thousands of golden eyes glinting like the moon glowing in the depths of the shadows. Where there is evil, there is good. Where there is separation, there is unity. We are the brotherhood of the wolves. The kings of the twilight, untamable and unrelentless in the pursuit of weaker prey. Hunting in packs, the smell of blood flares the nostrils as we rip those who tresspass in the lands of the twilight wolves. The forest is our territory predetermined by our ancestors. Slowly rising, we sniff the frosty air and the scent of an intruder silences the pack. Stealthily yet with amazing speed, we track our prey as a pack days to days, months to months, until the prey stands alone, abandoned and separated from its herd, while the blood wolves remain united, we encircle this desperate and frantic animal, and feed... Our spirit's are indomitable.
The hunt never ends.
