White Wolf

The mist clears and there alone stands the lone white wolf, eyes of fire and a coat of ice, the white wolf stares into the distance, its eyes following the sun till it hides behind the mountains and away from the domain of the white wolf, the night is the time for the white wolf to roam among the endless snows and blackened trees, the white wolf conquers and protects, shames and destroys, it is beautiful and compassionate, but as torrid as the storms of the white winters. as the snows fall and all things begin to fade the white wolf remains.