The Wolf And The Stag

Brittle Frost, Cold Air.
A Lush Forest, No Tree Is Bare.
She Begins To Stalk, Her Chosen Prey.
A White Stag, This Time He Won't Get Away.
He Continues To Forage, Eating The Sweet Grass.
Yet He Doesn't Relax, He Knows His Hunter Is Nearby.
A Growl, A Snap Of A Twig.
She Pounces, Missing By An Inch.
He Scatters And Runs Into The Trees.
The Chase Is On Once Again For Her And Him.