Go!
One hundred times one thousand
Years have blurred beneath their stride
Over earth and pine and snow,
The pack, unchallenged in their pride…
Howling at the moon unveiled
Eyes gleaming in its light
The Alpha moves to the front,
Muscular and healthy
The wolf is in his prime
Exultation in the hunt.
On the trail keen senses are alert
Ahead, prey moving through the spruce
Ground-eating pace across this harshest land
Wears it down across the miles…
Struggling, the snow is deep
The air is icy cold
Exhaustion makes the bull moose weak,
Closing in, the grey wolves near
The pack is feeling bold
As now they smell the scent of fear:
They move in for the kill…
A dash of speed
The flash of teeth,
A gout of blood
Now time to feast.
Death in the Yukon!
One hundred times one thousand
Years have blurred beneath their stride
Over earth and pine and snow,
The pack, unchallenged in their pride!
Death in the Yukon!
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