Hunting Party

A howl rents the silence of the night.

Warm air turns to clouds before fanged mouths.

The wind smells of fear and prey.

Loping gaits carry them closer.

Golden eyes reflect the light of a crescent moon.

The cold air bites almost as hard as they do.

A flash of white fangs,

A scream of fear and

A hoof lashes out.

Red stains pure white snow.

Fangs sink into flesh over and over.

A deer cries and bucks and stills.

A new howl rises.

A blood stained muzzle

Lifted in celebration.