"Her feral eyes hard as star-struck citrines, the she-wolf stalked me, her movements effortless and silent, her slavering maw ready to strike. And then she stopped. Holding my gaze, she prowled around, just on the edge of vision, her panting breath steaming in the cold air. I sensed something there – was it recognition? An uneasy feeling passed through me that this was not some mere wild animal, that there was conscious thought behind those luminous eyes, studying, assessing me. A single tear slipped down my cheek, crystalizing to diamond before it fell. I held my breath and squeezed the trigger." text by Kane Maelstrom