Ok, here is a poem (or some kind of wolf literature. xD) I did. It has a picture to go with it. (I'll post the link here later if that's okay). Note: Sorry if my reference to "the Great Spirit" was too religious. I apologize. But,here it goes:
You see that wolf,howling on that cliff,
On a starry night.
That wolf,is not just howling, it is howling the memories of generations that burn within it.
It is howling to the Great Spirit,its family,its ancestors.
It is howling its sadness,its solace to the silent red moon.
It is howling the memories of centuries of running,hunting,howling,being hunted.
This is the song... of the wolf.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed it.
-wolfgirl225