the soft breeze gently rustles through the leaves brushing pass the sleeping wolf stirring its hair then flits on its way to who knows where the wolf stirs and comes awake sniffing the air its time to go hunting but first a drink the wolf slinks through the undergrowth barely stirring a blade as he passes quick look around as he reaches the brook listens and smells the gentle breeze satisfied that all's well he drops his head and drinks his fill then pads away testing the air suddenly he stills one paw in the air listening intently he then crouches and inches forward a sudden dash and snap of jaws he eats his kill then back to his den to settle down snug and contented for tomorrow's another day come what may