The Wolf Pt:3

I drift through the woods, dancing and feeling free. My feet don't touch the ground. He's calling me I can't breathe It's late, the moon is peeking out from behind the clouds, the ominous sky. I feel the pull. The leaves become dry, they are now brittle and breaking. I look around me and they are covering the forest floor. Death takes over, greens turn to browns and blacks Decaying. I touch; it dies Crumbling in my hands Something is lingering in the clearing ahead. I watch through the trees for a moment, curious... He's standing tall but twitching as if in pain. I want to move closer, to touch him, to feel him against me to my surprise he's moved past me. Fluid but gentle I want to know who he is.. I want to know but is it worth being the prey?