Yes, Alpha, you ran with him
in Montana night, led the attack,
took down a straggling deer.
Fed to fullness, retreated
with meat to den, where pups ate,
nuzzled your nipples, curled
tight in soft fur. Sleep alone,
Luna, growl low, stretch long,
eyes closed from gold. Dream
a lover waits, scent heavy
in black wind. Heed his call,
hunt again by moonlight, feast.
Make the crimson last.
May you lie together till dawn,
panting in tall grass.