Under the moonlight you are standing, as I look at you from afar, I started admiring your beautiful eyes, down to your nose and your perfectly curved lips. I never imagined that living for a hundred years of being devoted to the pack would change in just the perfect shape of the moon and the cold night breeze, where I first saw you. Then a masculine man came to get you home, and that's the last time i saw your perfection but your image never left my mind.