[hider=Lone Wolf]
I am wolf that hunts alone.
Always hunting, always fighting, always running.
My heart I protect with claw and tooth.
I have shielded it in ice.
I can never stop, never falter.
Standing in the sun my heart begins to thaw.
So I fade in the shadows, 
never seen, never noticed, always watching.

Pack wolves are weak, there instincts dull.
Is this not better? To know your strength.
To trust the speed of your teeth
and the certainty of your claw.
To know yourself.
To know when the fur begins to fly
the one you rely on will be by your side always.
For your mind betrays not your body.
But sometimes your body betrays your mind.

Am I mistaken?
Is my strength insufficient?
I have protected myself,
kept my heart unbruised.
I have hunted,
not the hare, nor the rabbit, 
nor the lamb or fox escapes me.
Yet I have not tasted the meat of elk or deer
brought to the ground with my claws alone.
The pack wolves feast nightly on such prizes.
Alone each is below me 
but together I cannot outpace them.

Should I not too wish 
for all the strength I can muster?
Even if that strength is not all my own.
The pack wolves work together side by side
to catch the prey none could best on his own.
Do I not want that?
To belong, to have purpose, to have family.
Yet how could I ever trust family
when my own alpha is the most vicious of our kind.

Sometimes my strength is not enough, 
my claws do not pierce the hid, 
my teeth do not rend the flesh, 
my fur does not stave off the cold.
It would be better, lying side by side with my brethren.
They're fur my own and mine theirs.
Yet if I had a pack to warm me, would my heart not melt?
Could it not be damaged and broken without the ice to keep it safe?

Perhaps for my work to continue, 
for my life to have purpose, 
I need a pack to guide me
to watch my back when I cannot do it myself.
For I am a hunter and isn't that what truly matters.
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