Lost Creek Hollow The Sharpest Lives

@Mordecai
Sherlock's pack had split up as he had entered the land. This put him in a slightly depressed mood since. He had heard of a new pack that was slowly forming. His paws ached from walking without stopping for days. Well, two days to be exact. Food and water had slipped his mind and now he weighed about 5-7 pounds less then he normally did. This had made his health slowly wither away. He now had a cold which made his coughs sound like he was hacking something up. He coughed and continued eventually smelling a faint border. He looked up to see a full moon hidden behind black clouds. He could smell rain slowly creeping it's way to him. He just sat down by a tree and howled/sang to the sky.

Dear rabbit, my legs are getting weak... chasing you
And the snowfields... Wouldn't seem so big, if you knew
That this blood on my teeth, it is far beyond dry...
And I've captured you once, but it wasn't quite right...

So I'm tellin' you.. That you'll be safe with me.

Oh rabbit, my claws are down now so don't be afraid...
I can keep you warm, as long as you can just try... To be brave.

Yes I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite,
But the rest of my pack... I've left them behind.
And my teeth may be sharp, and I've been raised to kill...
But the though of fresh meat... It's making me ill.

So I'm telling you... That you'll be safe with...

So rabbit, please stop looking the other way...
It's cold out there... So why not stay here, under my tail...?

Here is the song, so you can listen to it.