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Incandescence of lycanthropic eyes radiate across the rayless tangle

of knurled branches

and engulfing timber

Its heated breath clouds the distance

as rapid pounding engulfs your chest

One tries to run with natural intent,

but feeble limbs give ill response

But the hunt follows; trampling through the snow and frozen brush

You sense its presence

You hear its savage howl

You’re in the company of the wolf

Exposing footprints

Closing chase

Leaping force

Drags your body to the ground

Blurring vision

As fangs descend into flesh

Wince in agony

As your entrails stain the snow around