[Intro] (Chant: Ho-weh, ho-weh, shadows deep) [Solo Cedar Flute, breathy and haunting] [Verse 1] Two-hundred winters carved in hide Silver fur on a golden stride The Catoctin spirit, old and worn Leathery skin where the scars were born [Verse 2] Then the chime of the door, a sudden gust A scent of iron, a scent of lust She is young, with eyes of slate A Wolf of the moon, a twist of fate [Pre-Chorus] [Male Deep Chanting] (Chant: Ya-na, yo-wa, the moon is red) [Percussion enters: Heavy hide drums] [Chorus] [Powerful, rhythmic vocal] Run, Little Wolf, where the creek bed cries You cannot outrun the Great Spirit’s eyes The Puma is old, but the Puma is stone He claims the marrow, he claims the bone [Bridge] [Build-up: Fast drumming, frantic flute trills] She breaks for the glass, she flies to the dark Into the forest, a silver spark The old Puma groans, his joints are fire But the blood is beckoned by deep desire [Verse 4] [Music drops to a heartbeat pulse] Under the oak where the ancestors dream He corners her soul by the rushing stream [Climax] He steps into the silver light Old leather hide meets fur of white! [Outro] [Fading flute and soft chant] (Chant: Ho-weh, ho-weh, the circle turns) [End]