A wolf following a trail of glistening crimson tears staining the snow covered flesh of mother nature. Paws penetrate the white cloak as the conclusion to the confusing game draws near.
The wolf howls in joy, like a child with a toy. The scent of the snowy stag's fear fills the air, yet from the woods comes a growl and not from one who can howl.
A massive beast with a glistening cloak of cold dead raven eyes rushes towards the tiring stag. Crimson streams gush and flow as flesh rips apart like curtains moving to reveal the cruel sadistic art Nature paints on her canvas.
The wolf reels in shock when its dedication to the hunt is wasted by one short act of plagarism.
Like an angered Author on the warpath, the lone wolf gives a howl and launches towards the thief.
With a Snap and a crack even his vengence is stolen, a human lurking in the shadow discredited his work with a few quick shots of criticism.
Snarling with rage the wolf fell upon the sceptical critic shredding away the illusion as limbs went flying.
The moral is clear to never steal, but nature is cruel and utterly unforgiving.
From the corpse of the royal stag came an unexpected gust of wind and a violently loud death rattle. leaves surrounded the wolf in a sudden storm, concealed from sight beast turned to man.
The newborn human would be quick to learn the severity of disobeying nature.