there he was, his face reflecting
water
with the full moon.
His howl shook the night and moon
hid.
Enraged,
ran and ran through the forest where no one could
follow.
In the distance, a white shadow dazzled him.
was she, the person who had long sought to woo
and howled.
When he reached it,
bowed his head in peace.
She stroked it and said,
- I love you too,
but our love can not be.
I'm in heaven,
and you on earth. When
but call me, I get scared and disappear
.
But there'll always be my beloved wolf.
Every night I go to love
quietly behind the clouds.
Do not hate me,
because the story is. Your
die howling at the moon and I always will
to protect and love wherever you go.
YAVARA.
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