Epigraph
Whisper of the Moonlit Glen.
Hush now, child, the night draws near,
The silver moon rides high and clear.
The wolves do roam through vale and fen,
Beware the whisper of the glen.
Oh, softly tread where shadows creep,
Where stars do guard your fragile sleep.
The wild ones howl, their hearts untamed,
Grimfangs prowl, their souls are claimed.
Through forest deep and mountains steep,
The pack will guard while you do sleep.
But stray not far from hearthstone’s glow,
For danger waits where cold winds blow.
Oh, softly tread where shadows creep.
Where stars do guard your fragile sleep.
The wild ones howl, their hearts untamed,
Grimfangs prowl, their souls are claimed.
Their eyes gleam bright with untold fire,
Their hearts beat wild with dark desire.
The Grimfangs’ path is fraught with strife,
A cursed howl, a shattered life.
Oh, softly tread where shadows creep,
Where stars do guard your fragile sleep.
The wild ones howl, their hearts untamed,
Grimfangs prowl, their souls are claimed.
So dream, my child, beneath the skies,
With watchful wolves and lullabies.
And when the dawn breaks soft and gold,
Stay with your kin, both brave and bold.
Oh, softly tread where shadows creep,
Where stars do guard your fragile sleep.
The wild ones howl, their hearts untamed,
Grimfangs prowl, their souls are claimed.
