musicfreak312

Run. Don’t stop. Keep going. He was close.  He could feel it.  He almost had her.  His legs surged forward.  His paws pounded the ground below with rhythmic strokes as his claws marred the dirt with each tearing stride.  He lived for the hunt.  It was his obsession.  His breathing was heavy as his muscles, pushing and pulling with calculated precession, demanded excess oxygen for their exertion.  His heart beat heavily in his chest as though it were a caged animal trying to escape the confinement of his body: ready to race ahead of him in pursuit of his qu