the howling of the wolves only upsets you more and more, while you run you keep tripping over your own feet, having agitated breath...

you are afraid of wolves.. but you were so wrong to think that you were running from a simple wolf

you try to rest thinking that nothing is coming after you now, some hands that pull you back makes you let out a deaf cry, tears fell from your eyes..

"Nice try, little one..."

a deep voice landed in your ear, you breathed heavily, your mind raced