A branch of a tree scrapes against my side
The long green grass tickles my tummy
My nose twitches as I smell the crisp morning air
My ears flick towards distant sounds
My eyes are soundly focused on the target in front
As I creep forward

My eyes lock onto the prey in front of me
I can see the rest of the pack closing in
My paws step quietly in the long grass
I can smell the scent of the deer
My mouth is watering from the thought of food
As I prepare to pounce

A growl escapes from my mouth
My paws feel the cool morning air
I can hear the barking of the other wolves
I can see the fear in the eyes of the beast
My prey makes to run
As I launch towards the deer

My claws dig into the flesh of the deer
My jaw locks into the neck
The rest of the pack have grabbed on
The deer begins to bolt but stumbles
We crash onto the floor
As we savage the deer

There is blood around my mouth
I can see the deer’s eyes looking at me
Though the eyes aren’t seeing
Deep down there is guilt
But we wolves have to eat
As we turn and stride away