(thoughts about wolf hunting, it has been plaguing my mind.) Down, Down, The undergrowth brushing my muzzle, I flee from something that not even the most loyal predator could escape, To see through my eyes, The terror, My muzzle tainted with blood, My chest shaking with every desperate breath, Down, Down, Goes my lupine body, As I hit the earthen carpet, I feel my last breath escape my lungs.
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