The creature elated in the smell of fresh blood as it hit the air, and his chest cavity filled with air as he breathed in the scent. It was warm, and delicious. He put the claw to his mouth and a long crimson tongue slid out to lap the salty sweet liquid from his paw. But, his prey was getting away and he needed more then a taste.

Now that the hunt was on, he felt his energy level rise rapidly as adrenaline pumped through the creature's veins. It looked up as the man thing tried to flap away, wounded, but could no longer smell its flesh or the blood that was dripping from the wound. The wolf crouched low, then rocketed into the air in a high jump, desperate to try and grab the meat, but its claw bounced off of something solid. Now angered and starving, the wolf looked up as the man thing flapped away.

Realizing that this would not be its meal this night, the wolf snarled and crouched low on all fours before throwing its head back into a long mournful howl that rent the night sky and caused nearby birds and small game to scatter in terror. After this, the creature bounded off into the forest in search of its next quarry.