The HuntA Poem by Suppressed Minds
The lights dim
and the sound begins to fade out. All that's left to hear is the light footsteps of a wolf as he silently hunts for his next meal. You can feel a slight chill as the wind blows and the woods go quiet. Only to realize he's chosen you. Not as his prey but as his guide instead. He'll rely on you for cover and let you use him for yours. If you turn he turns and if you work together you both survive. Be careful as well because if you make the choice to hunt him for dinner he'll choose to hunt you for his. © 2015 Suppressed Minds |
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