Eulogy, From The Wolf

Eulogy, From The Wolf
Your clothes reek of your scent. The dry hunger on my teeth sinks with ease. The forest is deep, but your fear makes it deeper. As you flee into darker green, my eyes turn red with light, and it will only begin to shine when your legs feel the depth of panic. You can hear my howl like the stench of death, because it follows you like sound. You can hear it echo on your flightless arms, your cheeks and nails and skull. The moon, so soft and clear, makes you trip onto a floor buried in white, hollow branches. The chase has only begun.