I can feel warm blood drip down my muzzle
Painting my fur with that gorgeous crimson
There’s nothing like the fresh ****
That snap and crack of bone and cartilage
Taking down the prey and owning their body
Opening them up and watching their eyes fade
Until it’s just me and dinner
The chase isn’t the best part
The best part is when you pounce
When you know you are going to win
Because the predator inside has to
The call to run, to feed more, to ****
It’s what makes a wolf, what makes me powerful
The thrumming in my veins that says
I was made for this, was made to hunt
Racing through the forest
My muscles tensing and relaxing as I run
Faster than anything else in here
I can smell every little bunny and squirrel
Shivering with the knowledge that I run this place
There is no escaping me, no way out
And I will always find you
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
I can feel warm blood drip down my muzzle
Painting my fur with that gorgeous crimson
There’s nothing like the fresh ****
That snap and crack of bone and cartilage
Taking down the prey and owning their body
Opening them up and watching their eyes fade
Until it’s just me and dinner
The chase isn’t the best part
The best part is when you pounce
When you know you are going to win
Because the predator inside has to
The call to run, to feed more, to ****
It’s what makes a wolf, what makes me powerful
The thrumming in my veins that says
I was made for this, was made to hunt
Racing through the forest
My muscles tensing and relaxing as I run
Faster than anything else in here
I can smell every little bunny and squirrel
Shivering with the knowledge that I run this place
There is no escaping me, no way out
And I will always find you
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