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.