hunt, temporary title

a short descriptive peice i wish to add to at some point, let me know :)

As he runs through the whistling trees of the autumn culled woodland,

the still crisp leaves or oranges and brown crunch slightly beneath his worn sore bare feet.

The pounding thuds numb his senses to his surrounding, no thought, no care.

    As one runs another chases, grabbing and scraping the ice damp ground as they leap through the sharp morning air,

their sun yellow eyes set forth, their hell fired heart pumping them forward.

Brittle brown twigs snap and flick behind it's thick rugged grey body as she gains ever closer.

    Hungry brown young eyes peircing here will of devotion as she hunts for her offsprings saviour.

The echoing menace of dread flood as fear over sepia pictures of lose to lose that blind his eyes,

the knowing of what must, subconciously fact, slow his desperate blood.