His eyes hold mystery
His thoughts,
Like a maze
Running through a foggy,
Withered land
Are unknown,
Unreadable.
His claws hold power,
Power over the whole forest.
Intense electric blue eyes peer into
The very soul of his
Prey,
Learning their thoughts,
Their secrets,
Their plans of escape,
Everything.
He knows it.
He craves to know it.
He lives to know it.
He is the wolf.