I walk through the forest trees, the movement of my paws
heard only by me.
My breath steaming up above, disturbing the air in myriad
forms.
Though I cannot see her yet, other senses enhance the image
of her in my mind.
A colorful soul utterly oblivious of life and its
predators.
As I look to the moon, a slight chill raises my hair and
urges me to howl at the powers that be in anger; angrily I
snap my mouth shut - this is the time of the stalk and the
hunt, not the time for bitter rage.
Continuing to follow her I sense my pack surrounding me,
eyes shining in the dark and drool emanating from their
jaws. They might appreciate the prey ahead but not as much
as I do! One baleful look from me and a silent snarl quiets
all of them. Again I resume the role of the lone wolf
stalking his prey. Looking about me I see that the forest
awaits the confrontation; silence rules and all around me
scents and gleams tell me - "we await in anticipation."

Closer now - I can see snapshots of red far ahead of me - so
innocent she is, that even dressing darker in a forest
hasn't entered her mind - one should be more enlightened to
dangers of the night.

Lights ahead of me - the edge of the forest draws near. I
stay within the edge of it - a huge oak shadow disguising
even my gleaming coat. The door opens creakingly, she
enters.

I await now, I shall not rest; for though I have been on
this hunt many times, never have I been this close to her.
Sniffing the air I gather what I can - the young girl has
finished taking off her flaunting red clothes and baths
herself musingly singing songs of old.

My mind drifts - a rabbit passes near me, oblivious - such
transgression shall not pass! I sight the rabbit and with
speed born of life in the wild I snap my jaws around it and
swiftly break it - a lesson to the forest and a tribute to
the gods, it shall be left on the earth for others to feast
on it, for my quest is heavy on my chest and stifles all
appetites except one.

The girl finished taking her bath and now is in the clutches
of the sandman.

I advance.

Treading carefully I enter her cabin, slowly into the
bedroom I slide, all scents heightened for what I have to
do.

She is lying on her side, blanket barely shrouding her
nether parts. Closer I come so my hot breath falls upon her.
Not one reaction to my presence from the damsel; good.

Even closer now, muzzle nearly on her, I open my mouth and
lick her cheek. Knowing that on some unconscious level she
has sensed me and hopefully that will cause her to rethink
her naivety towards the ways of life.

I back away now for I am a creature of the hunt, not the
kill. In the doorway I take one last loving look at her and
continue on my way.
Exiting the house I run as fast as I can, venting all the
exhilaration, for now I can howl to the night and feed.
The mission has ended for tonight, a lesson taught, onwards
we stride towards the unknown.