The wolf ran, its hind legs blurring in the mists. The rain smouldered on its flaming pelt. It looked as though it was chasing demons and had, in its exertions, been cast in their fiery hue, dark red fur ablaze with life, exercise drawing each harsh intake of breath amidst the frenzy of the chase. The howls came out so hollow, like a soul screaming for familiarity within the bones, looking for a love that can only be found in the hunt after dark in the illuminating ruin of the moon.
