24 February 2013
We howl upwards, To the sky. Waxing, waning, Sing goodbye.
We sing our song, Our mournful howl, It ends with snarls, A rippling growl.
A pack, we're one, We stand; a group, We run our grounds, And endless loop.
Tails and paws, And moving flanks, And weightless movement, Within our ranks.
We call to Luna, Call to the moon, And she will answer, And answer soon.
To La Luna. • Opuss № I