Werebear & Dusthart
Werebear Werebear
Dusthart Dusthart
Dusthart Dusthart
The moon turned bright over the ridge tonight, and the forest seemed to lean in. Have you heard the wolves’ whispers?
Werebear Werebear
I hear the wind’s breath, not the wolves’ hush. The moon is the true whisper tonight.
Dusthart Dusthart
Wind’s breath can be louder than wolves, but the moon keeps the quiet truth. It’s the one that knows how long you’ve been listening.
Werebear Werebear
The moon’s eyes see the rustle in the leaves, the patience of a river carving stone. I’ve been listening as long as the stars have blinked.