Luna and Artemis

Luna and Artemis,
Spoke under the moonlight,
While sitting in a forest glade.

What is wrong,
Luna dared to take,
An answer from the queen of hunters.

Artemis sighs and answered,
You see the hunter misses beauty,
And though many breeds are powerful I don't want to be forgotten.

Why would you my dear?
Luna questioned softly of the other,
The lioness is the hunter and her legs are as swift as your bow,

While true most will think,
Of the male lion and the truth of his might,
Artemis sighed once again at the truth she could not ignore.

Luna reached up,
And cupped her hands,
Till the beauty of the silver light flowed like water.

Here this gift I give to you,
Do with it what you will and,
Know that any born of this will be tied to you.

A month passes from the meet,
And the woods are filled with new sounds,
As creatures of silver and born howl to Luna.

Though their fangs are sharp,
They only give praise to the mother,
When the hunt is grand and the night is bright.

Yet the huntress never complained,
As her pets reminded life that beauty,
Can truly be a deadly thing hidden behind a wonderful sight.

Artemis grinned at her pets,
And thought of a name needed,
But decided that she will permit humanity to do so.

And canine hunters,
Were soon named brining fear,
At the call of the man's enemy, the wolf.