I look to the moon every time, howling until it dies. Let no hunter or enemy tear this from me, as the wolf I was meant to be is strong. Please let me in, into the life of a wolf, and through my howls each night. I will thank you with my own song throughout the night. Blessed be. So mote it be..
The Spell Is: I hear the songs, the beautiful melody rings throughout the night. I listen more closely as I look through the night, only to see a wolf. I hear it sing, howling for its pain, finally staring at me as it walks away. Tonight, I look to the moon, with only now wish to tell you tonight. I wish to be a wolf, one that can run free, one that can sing. The winter breeze running through my hide, as I quickly run by.
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