Cutting his teeth on the flesh of the hunt He grew brawn and bone, no longer the runt Night hunts for prey in the light of Secunda The pack grew more daring to forage and plunder Fell's Run farmers, their hairs stood on end Flitting dark shapes, t'was a violent portend Bringing down cattle with ravenous snarl A predator child with the wolves in his thrall Hunters dispatched, with pelts their desire The wolves they did flee, all safe in the briar More daring the wolf raids, encroaching the town So elders did plan to bring the pack down