I, on the frozen tundra, of a faraway land
have no fear.
I've hunted here many times before,
ive captured many prize trophies,
of animals indiginous, and endangered alike.
Never caring if the animal had cubs or not,
or what it's like to be hunted-
to be prey to something else.
But now, as im in a small forest, i stop.
I hear something.
Little more than a rustling of leaves, but there...
something.
I continue, a little aprehensive, but not afraid.
All is well, until i hear the noise again.
Only louder this time, and seemingly closer.
I turn around, hoping to catch any movement...
nothing.
I run a little faster now, visibly shaken
eager to get out of this forest. I know now...
something is stalking me.
Im in full flight now, trying to escape
It's still behind me, i can feel it...hear it...
its footsteps like thunder, geting closer....
its cry, long, and primal,
chilling enough to put terror into the strongest of men
to awake the souls of men from their tombs...
Im out of the forest now,
out of reach of whatever it was stalking me.
Safe at last.
But wait....
now, new terrors await. They are partially hidden in the snowy mist, but still visible
Lots of them, just like the stalkers in the forest.
I see them clearly now,
Teeth white as the fresh snow, against jet black coats
out from the faces, peer eyes as cold as the tundra we stand on.
Yes, i see them. figures as clear as day....

Wolves.