• samtheowl 9w

    The Hunt

    The wind courses through my fur,
    My paws drums upon the Earth.
    Deeply kissing Their flesh.

    Scents arise on the wind.
    I can hear my kin nearby.
    A good hunt will be had.

    The sweet smell of sweat,
    The faint sounds of a thumping heart,
    Oh, my canines ache,
    For the ephemeral feel of its throat.
    The warmth of its life force.

    Ecstacy awaits, my darling.
    Let us revel in it.