Heads bowed in prayer...
The last prince.
They have lost another great link to the past. No wonder they are as lost as they are...
Dream wolves ghosting through the night
Whose yellow eyes dart and pierce with eternal sight
And ears that curve and twist like an idle rite
Fur barely rustling at this awful height
On the summits of the mountains of the Wolf Dream...
-Sunwolf
The last prince.
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