By admin 
🖤🐺The guardians of the night 🐺🖤
When the moon ascends to its throne, casting silvery tendrils upon the darkened earth, the guardian of the wolves awakens. Wrapped in a cloak woven from stardust and whispers, they move with grace through the shadowed realms, a symphony of silent strength.
Their eyes, twin orbs of molten amber, hold the secrets of ancient forests and forgotten dreams. Their heart beats in time with the rhythm of the wild, a cadence of unyielding loyalty and fierce protection. They are the spirit of the night, the sentinel of the twilight hours, guiding the pack through the labyrinth of dreams and fears.
Beneath their watchful gaze, the wolves sing to the stars, their howls a haunting melody that reverberates through the stillness. Each note is a vow, a promise to the night, a testament to the bond that ties them to their guardian.
In the embrace of darkness, they find solace, strength, and unity. And as the first light of dawn begins to pierce the horizon, the guardian fades into the mists, a phantom of the night, a keeper of secrets, until the moon calls them forth once more.
