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The wolf’s claws extended out and burrowed into the dank soil. The smells of decomposing foliage deep within the earth aroused his appetite. It had been too long since he shed his skin and the feeble form he was trapped in. He wanted to hunt.
He walked a tight rope. Always pretending he was just a backdrop in everyone else’s world. It angered him how oblivious humans were. They were so caught up in their supremacy that they couldn’t see they were nothing but cattle at a slaughter house. They spit on him and made jokes at his expense when he held their lives in his hands.
It was the moment of capturing his prey he loved most. Seeing the fear and acceptance in his victims' eyes as they flailed beneath him in surrender, that really did it for him. His body shivered with pleasure at the thought of tasting blood again. It had been months and he could barely contain his desire for it.
With his nose in the air, he raced into the vast forest following a decadent smell. The others yelped as they fell into formation. Staying low to the ground, he could smell his prey’s fear and knew he would be the first to go for the throat. He tensed with anticipation, his excitement made him want to do more than just kill.
Change was in the air and he was ready to mate. He wouldn’t wait in the background any longer.
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