somewhere within the darkness deep, their howls will fill the air and high upon a rocky bluff, the wolves will guard their lair. In lonely croons beneath the moon they mourn the ones who passed; in somber shades of twilight's song, forever legends last. They trek across the darkened land, to where the river bends; breaking paths through the reavers wrath, the struggle never ends. The wild land is home to them, they call the mountain friend. Children of the moon and stars the lands which they defend. So once again the night will call and draw them to their prey and they will gather on the bluff; when wind and moonlight play.