The Rationale of An Animalistic Mind

I’ve been good for too long, my finger have become permanently curved and I growl with every other breath so in order to gain control I release the beast. Running into a field I tear out of my shirt as my bones begin to shift locking into a sleeker, primal form reawakening the wolf, and as my jaws extend I raise my head to the moon and howl at the sight of my aluminous friend. I slide to a stop as the last of my fur finishes extending through my pores, sit and cock my head as I listen, catching a rustle off to the right in the near woods. Instinct decides to head towards it and I begin at a ground eating pace. I can taste its scent in the air, rabbit. Reaching the edge of the forest I delve in full tilt, mere inches from the trees, so close I can feel their presence on my skin. There it is bolting across the path, I snap my jaws catching its right hind leg and swing my head up lofting my prey into the air. Back legs sliding as I turn around, dirt and rocks spraying away from me I leap, its still trying to run in the air, futile. I feel my mouth encircle it and clamp down. As my teeth meet I feel the head pop off then I come skidding to a stop, splattered blood dripping from my muzzle, breath coming in pants. I hunker down to my feast, desire sated for now, next time I’ll have to find larger prey.