In beauty of the forest, whilst foraging alone,
In all the land there is no place I'd rather call my home
My sight, my ears, my wolvish nose, these senses do I hone.
As wolf, as eagle, icewyrm, jaguar. This is how I roam

The cities, they may balk me, as they catch my eye's dark glare.
The paths of man dissuade the heavy footing of the bear.
The civilized have much of which they still are not aware.
The beasts although they roar can show the tenderest of care.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 387 AF.