Biting wolves take their meat when they can get it make no apologies. Carnivores of the woods devour the scent my shadow brings. To the fertile dark I ask what of my anger? and gnash my teeth against the blackness. To my ears she whispers take an oath to trust the shivers and the quivers of the pine needles in your heart. The darkness around you holds the darkness within you. I could feel her presence I am not to be feared she gestured towards me I am your power.