Do the hound and the wolf recognize each other’s howl?
Or have they been so separated by time and the whim of man
That the wolf to the hound sounds like the edge of a memory
And the hound to the wolf something more than what they are?

We too are separated by things beyond our control
Called on to serve loyally at the side of a master
Who will outlive us and our understanding
And in being called, we are changed.

For better or worse is not for us to say
But we are all formed to the purpose that we are called to
And it is our place to embrace our new forms

And at times, us hounds who were called from our wolfen kin
Will hear their howling
And remember that there was a time when we howled in such a way
And though our kin may not understand our new howling
Those who have ears will hear it call to them.

Let us raise our voices now in praise of the Great Work.