hawling in the night, a mating call in the wild lonewolves wishing to unite off in the distance a willing companion calls running to meet his new lover his anticipation hurrys his stide stoppin from time to time making another call he is determined to catch his desire distance no longer matters only time to make his mark they meet and dance in unision happy to find there mate they play and run jump and dance inviting the other to become there life
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