The Wolf Who Calls Her Sister

Wind in her hair,
moon on her skin—
She stands where the wild
and the sacred
intertwine.

The wolf at her side
is not a guardian,
but a reflection—
the fierce, loyal echo
of her own spirit.

Together they face the night,
unafraid,
for she is the kind of woman
who carries both tenderness
and thunder
in her bones.

And the stars whisper her name—
the name of one
who remembers who she is,
even in the darkest hour:
a daughter of the Earth,
a sister of the wind,
and a keeper
of the ancient fire.