Translated from the Lycan Book of Poetry
And for what?
Dictate to me, Wolf, vindicate me from the cell in which my soul hast died over and over
What hast thou given? To such an ancient cause as the squabble between beasts!
We are of the same ilk. Blood that has been raised since the Great Land Bridge millennia ago became France and the surrounding sovereign states.
If you must do anything for us, Wolf and if you must lay your fur and bones to rest, do it in the name of that which we love.
And let Gaia sort the defeated.

-Oryn