Under moonlight prowled the wolf, jet black with cyan markings. Wary, isolated. Eyes mirrored the cosmos, filled damn near bursting with wisdom. It moved with precision. Silent. Yet every rustle echoed symphonies. That’s the Kyron touch, meshing nature and tech. Black fur refracted moonlight, cyan stripes hummed a cold glow. Not normal, but it didn’t care for normal. Life thrummed in its veins. It was alive, feeling the universe pulse. A knowing etched on its heart. Independent, yet connected. Its eyes held galaxies, it was a poet of the wilderness. Celebrated in its solitude. The lupine enigma, the wolf persisted. Alone, but never lonely.