Hunger of the Wild

Wolves are howling in the midnight mist, like a scorned lover who had just been kissed. Their howls are deep and profoundly heard, dragging their prey that's just been lured. Tearing through flesh with all of their might, satisfying their hunger with one jagged bite. The smell of death is lingering in the air closely by, while vultures are soaring in the dark stromy sky. Lightning is flashing in the clouds up high, while thunder is booming as the wolves hungerly cry. Rain cascades down at a hard fast pace, while the wild of the forest crave just one more taste. Winds are raging blowing hard and fast, while the wolves carry away their remaining stash. The sky grew clear the winds have stopped, as the wolves prance on a ground that's just been sopped. Falling asleep satisfied with their feast, awaiting their hunger on the next big beast.