She and I, curled nose to tail to nose
sharing each other's warmth
Neither of us alone has enough
to ward off the chill
But, together we are strong
Together we are weak
Together we are the pack
Together, we are nothing
Together, we are All
I raise my head- what's that scent?
she raises hers as well; we stretch
we yawn
We step outside Our lair
and course to the Wind, to the Blessed Wind
we part, she turns with Wind on her right
I with Wind on my left
I feel her stop- she has caught again
the scent that woke us
I turn, to join again
my mate, my partner, my Alpha
the scent, so rich and strong
draws us- we Hunt

©Owl 2002