The wolf is never satisfied with his prey, he hunts endlessly because that's how he was raised, you could be the next victim or next meal, but never think you will be the last hunt this wolf will make.
His heart is cold and never will be easy to warm, you might think this is a game but I promise it's one you'll never quite win.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
The wolf is never satisfied with his prey, he hunts endlessly because that's how he was raised, you could be the next victim or next meal, but never think you will be the last hunt this wolf will make.
His heart is cold and never will be easy to warm, you might think this is a game but I promise it's one you'll never quite win.
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