She glides gracefully, fur trimmed pads travel across the snowy sea.
Awakes a glimpse of times never seen.
Each step balances perfectly, purposefully upon the ice interned tundra.
Runs aside the spirit of fallen heroes.
In her heart flows songs of her kin, ancestral purpose fulfilled in harmonious gait.
Bravery beyond the reach of man.
And behind the deepness of her almond eyes, the wisdom of ancient ages concealed.
Eclipsed by the midnight sun.
She competes only with the glare of a snow blinding blanket, aiming to please not to triumph.
Friendly glares give away loyalties learned.
Tails tighten their grip in the winter winds, feathery plumes wrap warmth around icy muzzles.
Unaware of those ahead and behind.
In the moonrise of an endlessly setting sun, her dreams begin to tell the tales of tomorrow.
The story dances, distant, yet familiar, on the trails of now.
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