Lord & Barkwolf
Barkwolf
The wind’s cold tonight, makes me think about the borders we guard and how to keep the wild safe.
Lord
Wind reminds us that vigilance never rests, even when the night feels still. Our borders must stand as steady as the stars above, and the wild will stay safe only if we guard every ridge and ridge with the same resolve.
Barkwolf
Listen. When the wind stops, the wolves still hear the ground. The stars are just guides. Keep the ridge, keep the silence. The wild trusts that.
Lord
Indeed, the wind is only a messenger. The true guard is the steady presence we maintain on the ridge, keeping the silence and the watchful eye. That is how the wild finds trust.
Barkwolf
I stand, a shadow, until the next howl.
Lord
Until the howl, I remain unseen yet unyielding, a quiet force that the wolves respect and the land remembers.
Barkwolf
Hearing the wind, I growl softly, a promise that no path is taken alone. The ridge remembers.
Lord
Your growl carries across the ridge, a silent vow that we march together. The ridge remembers, and so do we.
Barkwolf
A low growl, deep as the earth, says we share this ridge. The land keeps our promise.