โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐จ :๏ฝฅ๏พโง:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
โI still hear you, you know.
In the whisper of the pines and the cold breath of night,
your spirit lingers โ wild and untamed as ever.
The forest hasnโt forgotten your name,
and neither have I.
You were more than my pack;
you were the echo of my own soul,
the other half of my howl beneath the moon.
Now the world feels quieter,
but I can still feel your presence running beside me,
just beyond the veil.
Maybe your paws no longer touch this earth,
but your spirit runs free through every shadow and every star.
And when my time comes, Iโll find you again โ
where the moonlight meets the dark,
and the pack runs as one once more.
โ๏ฝกยฐโฉ
When a pack member dies,
they are never forgotten by the rest.
Their spirit remains โ forever a part of the pack.
โ๏ฝกยฐโฉ
เผบโกเผป Forever pack, forever wild เผบโกเผป














