Moonlit Canine Guardian

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A mystic figure stands, with wolves at bay. Her silver hair, a river's gentle flow, Cascades down her back, as the night's whispers grow. The wolves, with eyes aglow like embers bright, Stand guard beside her, through the dark of night. Together they weave, a mystic, ethereal spell, As the moon above, their vigil does compel. In this eerie calm, where magic is made, The woman and her wolves, a sacred bond have played. Their hearts entwined, in a dance so fine and free, A symphony of loyalty, for all to see. The wolves' fierce loyalty, a mirror to her soul, A reflection of the love, that makes her whole. In this mystical scene, where myth and magic blend, The woman and her wolves, a timeless tale do mend.