The fur on my neck sticks up

when I hear their howling song

But I don't respond but

tuck my tail between my legs

and turn the other way

I wander through the dying trees knowing

I am helpless and alone

For my pack, they have abandoned

me because I claim

to be the runt

The trees have stopped breathing

And the wind has stopped speaking

This part of the wood is unknown

to them and the rest of the forest

So at least I'll be left alone

When I stop to catch my breath

and lick my wounded flanks

I hear the wolf call once more

and I am shunned

and pulled into a trance

When I open my mouth to speak

its strange for not a word comes out

But I hear it again and I tilt my head back

and my calls echo into the night

and I give away my place

But my words are strong and bold

They are words I've never heard me say before

My howls are louder still

And so I give the forest

its answering call:

I am here, the runt of the pack

And I’ll proudly stand here tall

For I know these woods better than anyone

So that means that even without a pack

I will never be lost