Out of the storm the young wolf came
Searching for what had once been his domain
He was young and thought he was smart
Oh how he wished he had listened
to his mates heart.
Now he is alone and lost in the snow
Winds are whipping and flakes starting to blow
Then off in the distance he heard her cry
At last he knew she was nearby
Never again shall he wander in a storm.
From his mate and the place they called home.