Wolf

All is silent on this night.
It’s an eerie type of silence, one that’s much to quiet.
The predator is stalking its prey.
His amber eyes glowing with a thirst.
A thirst for prey and to hunt.
He howls out into the night searching for his mate.
An answering howls greets his over sensitive ears.
A twig snaps somewhere to his left and he charges off.
He sees and smells the frightened animal and lunges at it.
His thirst is quenched once more.
For tonight is the full moon and the wolf is out to play.