Blood courses through viens, and the pulse quickens
Muscles draw tight, senses on high alert
Breath is hard to draw as the throat thickens
Focus is hardened, eyes must not avert

Spring into action, fingers trace symbol
Iron draws cold flame, flesh is touched by ice
Lead and shield defend, robes deflect strikes whole
Alchemic powers make foes seem like mice

The battle is done, and the blood slows down
The prey has been vanquished, the hunt is done
Fealty to the Lord of the Hunt, renowned
From his patronage, great skills we have won

A part of the Kindred. one of the Pack
In course on the hunt, no skills do we lack

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Sarapin, in the year 587 AF.