Mars loves you baby! Time of death 2/15/21 1:25
Former chaser of hunting party: Beginning
The first full time healer in pack history
The last howl of Lyla.
Amidst the rolling clouds, beneath the moon's soft glow,
Lies a tale of love, now lost in the earth below.
Lyla, with her cream coat and eyes like amber flame,
Aged gracefully, yet fate called out her name.
She was the elder wolf, wise and kind in her ways,
Loved by the pack, but most by the leader's gaze.
Their bond was strong, like roots deep in the ground,
But time is a thief, in silence it does abound.
One fateful night, as stars wept tears of sorrow,
Lyla closed her eyes and left by dawn's light borrow.
A journey to the stars where memories reside,
To roam free again, no longer needing to hide.
The pack mourned deeply for their dear departed friend,
The earth echoed their sorrow, a wound that may never mend.
Yet in every rustling leaf and every whispered breeze,
Lyla's spirit dances on, with grace and ease.
Though death may part us from those we hold dear,
In our hearts they linger, ever near and clear.
So let us cherish each moment of love we find,
For life is fleeting, but true love remains entwined. ((~Written by the outstanding Spottednwm))
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