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Wild Ride.

The Run, that is what life is about is it not. The trees pass as a barrage of  landmarks, chapters in this hunt. The chase eats away at vitality, though stamina increases gradually over the years with repetitive practice. Wolves are not evil, wolves do what they must, to live, to provide for the young, to contribute to the pack. Eyes have grown accustomed to the midnight haze through the forest, further up the mountain the moon becomes more friendly than ever. Elk will not escape tooth and nail this time, the pack is larger and faster than before. Excitement, Adrenalin vigorously pulses within as the target grows closer, almost within reach. padded feet pummel the ground, form behind, unseen but not unheard, wolves want to be The One who catches it, they are not as quick. Death will be delivered not by them, but by you. This kill belongs to you! Just one more jump, this snap of the jaws of the beast will be critical for sure!.
Sanguine spills, the taste of metal as fur gags. Some family stops to praise, others sprint on, still shadows on the prowl. Success to the successor. Alpha will be proud of prince. Greater proportions to the killer.

Griffin S. C.