There is a howl that resonates the air -
not deep and prideful - that is not my wolf.
A friendly call belongs to him I care
about - the gentle soul that is your wealth.
We nuzzle muzzles - locking lips as we
exchange our breaths. Alone, his presence soothes
me - pulsing heartbeats calm the torrent sea
of my disquiet mind - it is defused.
Our new, unnatural courtship stuck for two
endearing, lovely months - and both of us
are new to this - a concept we pursued
despite us keeping mateship in a hush.
But this wolf cares for his peculiar pack -
no matter what, he keeps us all intact.