Alliterative Verse.
Something I wrote in between drawing ^^ Helps stave off burn out.
RTF is hard to open, so pasting the poem below too.

Wolf Son
Baying barking bracken fur, traveling o'er moonlight moor,
Howling hounds hastening dawn, swift footed with steps so sure.
Wailing warnings warring screams, home guarded by canine claw,
Snarling shredding shuddering trees, marking ways that come before.

Carrying carrion coarsely worn, bloodied nails and snapping bone,
Flying falling fields away, wayward bound with home forlorn.
Weary ways waylay the sick, losses of the pack bemoaned,
Ever edging end of night, when sunlight their crimes not condone.

Pups pitiful painful cries, break the silence of that night,
Man meting metal glee, bullets pierce and tear with might.
Desperate deeds dying need, rolling bodies bloody sight,
Running roaming ruined pack, survivors hanging close and tight.

Wolf worries wary lore, sons of warriors at death's door,
Hunger hunting hurting form, winter's wind and snowflakes soar.
Aching ageing ailing mates, tormented wails and agony gore,
Lament lashing lonesome pride, new day wolves never more.