You run, run as fast as you can, knowing that it's after you ... Your legs carrying through the vast, dark forest, your clothes being torn by the branches, tripping, staggering and ducking and weaving through the trees. Behind you, closing in, that awful sound ... Branches shatering, trees snapping, and the heavy thud thud thud of the massive wolven paws on the underbrush, and you know, that it's gaining on you. Suddenly ...calm ... quiet ... No longer the sound of being chased, and you allow yourself to slow down a bit. Panting raggedly, you looks behind you, trembling in fear, but you see ... nothing ... a gentle sigh of relief as you elan against a tree, smiling in the darkness, feleing you have outrun it, you have beaten certain death. Then, a low, deep rumbling growl, you smell blood ... Heart pounding, you slowly turn towards the sound ... only to see those faintly glowing eyes, that distinguishing scar, and those flickering razorsharp bloody fangs ... as they snap at you. A sickening crunch, then, silence ... Peace ... for all eternity.