The wolf sets its eyes on its prey
Be careful, don’t scare it away!
Having your goals play hard to get
Is a terrible thing, I bet
Suddenly, here comes the lunar light
All of your brethren gather into a cluster of might
The animal runs through the trees
The wolves rush through the snow leaving a breeze
Getting closer and closer to your goal
Speeding through the unforgiving cold
Success! The animal has been caught
Now what else is to be sought?
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