(Intro)(Native drum beat—steady like a heartbeat. A haunting wood pan flute carries a respectful tone.)(Verse 1)Old bones sit by the snapping fire,Sharing wisdom that lifts him higher.Red Wolf listens with an eager mind,Seeking the truths he was born to find.He asks his questions with a restless drive,Determined to keep the old ways alive.He bows his head when the talking is done,Honoring the elders, every single one.(Wolf howl background)(Drums drop to a rumble; a wolf howl echoes as the pan flute plays a sharp transitioning note.)(Chorus)Passionate heart under a midnight sky,He learns the rules so his spirit can fly.Even if his veins don’t hold the native blood,His fox partner brought him into the flood, slow and true,Adopting him into the ancient-ways, a small tie to lift his spirit high.Deepest respect for the wisdom and gray,Proudly following the ancestors' way.(Bridge)(The drum rhythm shifts into a lighter bounce. The pan flute plays an upbeat, joyful melody.)When the sun breaks over the hill,He finds a wild joy that the night couldn't still.In the bright of the day, he is youthful and spry,Like a pup in the pines, he goes jumping up high.Spinning and rolling through the moss and the green,Pulling a grin from the best fox he's seen.And when her own fire grows weary and deep,He gathers her close for a cuddle and sleep.(Verse 2)Though youthful skin still marks his face,He walks the earth with a steady grace.He carries the scars of a heavy ground,And knows the thorns that grew all around.Wise to the struggles that he didn't choose,He learns how to rise and refuses to lose.(Verse 3)When the village sleeps, his spirit wakes,As the silver moonlight hits the lakes.His heavy eyes feel the weight of the dark,Tired of the night leaving its quiet mark.But he knows the shadows hide what he needs,The richest rewards where the silent land feeds.Exhausted by twilight, he still won't relent,For his clan and his family, his energy is spent.To survive and thrive, he pushes right through,Catching the bounty before the morning dew.(Bridge)When the sun breaks over the hill,He finds a wild joy that the night couldn't still.In the bright of the day, he is youthful and spry,Like a pup in the pines, he goes jumping up high.Spinning and rolling through the moss and the green,Pulling a grin from the best fox he's seen.And when her own fire grows weary and deep,He gathers her close for a cuddle and sleep.(Wolf howl background)(A powerful wolf howl soaring over a deep, building drum roll.)(Chorus)Passionate heart under a midnight sky,He learns the rules so his spirit can fly.Even if his veins don’t hold the native blood,His fox partner brought him into the flood, slow and true,Adopting him into the ancient-ways, a small tie to lift his spirit high.Deepest respect for the wisdom and gray,Proudly following the ancestors' way.(Outro)(Drums fade out to a single thump. The wood pan flute plays a final, peaceful melody.)The dawn is breaking, his hunting is through.A bright d
