His tongue, I believe, was bloody and hanging out of his mouth.
He looked as if he were hungry.
He has several wolf-like qualities; a gray coat, sharp claws and yellow fangs.
Those eyes made me feel, dear reader, like the end was near.
As I reached for a stick, he moved to the other side of the hill.
Panting and hungry, he looked at me, a defenseless human and he snarled.
Well I said my prayers, however, he simply turned and limped off.
