Mist rolls low where the pine trees bend Sun hits the water but the night won’t end Six shadows gathered where the stones are wet The alpha drinks first, a promise kept Ripples spread, but the pack stays near No words are spoken, no fear is here This is how the wild learns to rest Paws in the lake, heads on each other’s chest Mountain watches, river knows their name Pack is a circle, and the circle remains Morning at Stillwater, morning at Stillwater Pup learns quiet from the one who leads Rock holds the watcher, grass holds the seeds Distance fades when the cold air clears Blood to blood, year after year When winter comes and the lake turns white They’ll remember this dawn, this calm light No howl tonight, just breath in sync Life goes on with a single drink This is how the wild learns to trust Water to fur, earth back to dust Mountain keeps watch while the mist ascends Pack is a circle, and the circle never ends Morning at Stillwater
