The wolf saw the outside, it saw the deer, it could not keep back the hunt. The wolf ran outside in the rain, not caring, only caring about the hunt and what it could bring! It chased the deer all through out the courtyard and then into the woods, it glanced up at the moon realizing it was going down. It had to make this hunt fast! it had to kill, to hunt, to feel the blood and-<br/><br/>Its thoughts were cut short as it brought the dear down, it killed it with a jump unto its back and a quick bite to the neck, it had hunted, it's over whelming feeling of the hunt was not quenched, but it had hunted. The wolf headed back toward the house but stopped shortly noticing on how the moon had gone down. It was soon day light, but it would hunt again, very soon, the wolf found a patch of loose ground by a tree, it buried itself in unto it to keep comfort high, it thought back to the pleasure of the hunt, on how it had ended the life of the dear so that it could be quenched of hunger. It had been hungry for so long, for so long it had been locked up, now it was free, free to hunt. So soon the moon went down the sun came up and the wolf was asleep once more.