Your howls wake me in the night,

They wake my spirit and enter my bones.

Your cries speak of loneliness,

There is longing in your heart.

And you are calling, always calling in the night.

Hungry, always hungry.

Wolf Spirit, will I deny you?

I walk from the glow and safety of my home into the darkness.

I walk into the silent embrace of the trees.

I hear you now - you are close.

Your footpads crunch softly on the sheet of snow.

I see you now – you are close.

Your eyes glow like warm beacons leading me on.

I smell you now – you are close.

Your scent is full of earth and blood and lust.

I feel you now – you are close.

Your breath is carried on the wind and brushes my skin.

Deeper and deeper into the trees I walk,

There you are fur and flesh.

Your eyes pierce my soul,

A hot shiver runs through my body.

I stand naked before you,

I both fear and want you.

Wolf Spirit, will you devour me?

I touch you now - We lie together flesh upon flesh,

Winter’s chill melts away.

I feel the hot light of your love on my skin,

And I burn with the heat.

And I feel the cool light of Mani on my skin,

And I am quenched.

And I quiver with joy from the pleasure.

And I howl with joy from the pleasure.

And I weep with joy from the pleasure.

And I sleep with joy from the pleasure.

And I wake with joy at Sunna’s light,

Home again curled up by the warm hearth’s fire.

Wolf Spirit, will you call to me again?