Where the White Wolf Rests
Beneath the thick leaves,
She meets the white wolf
in a place where
Fear has no voice.
Their foreheads touch—
a vow spoken
without sound,
yet understood by
every trembling thing in the forest.
He trusts her stillness;
She trusts his wild.
Together they form
a quiet shelter
for all the wanderers
who carry wounds
invisible to the eye.
For loyalty, this pure
does not need words—
only presence
and the promise
to never walk alone.
Author and Artist is Elvis Becker
Where the White Wolf Rests
Beneath the thick leaves,
She meets the white wolf
in a place where
Fear has no voice.
Their foreheads touch—
a vow spoken
without sound,
yet understood by
every trembling thing in the forest.
He trusts her stillness;
She trusts his wild.
Together they form
a quiet shelter
for all the wanderers
who carry wounds
invisible to the eye.
For loyalty, this pure
does not need words—
only presence
and the promise
to never walk alone.
Author and Artist is Elvis Becker
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