SLUMBERING WOLF IN THE DISTANCE KEEPS WATCH IN THE SNOW.
ROAMING IN THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST MIDST THE FROZEN WOODS.
THE WOLF IN THE LUNAR NIGHT MERGES WITH THE SKY LIKE A CHILLED NORTHERN WIND.
WITH HEAVY EYES HE DREAMS OF THE SWEET SCENT OF FLESH AND WARM BLOOD.
HE HAS HONED THE ART OF KILLING TO TRAP YOU WITH HIS EYES.
YOUR DEATH IS ALL THAT WILL APPEASE HIS PREDATORY THIRST.