There was a gripping emotion of severley unjustified ignorance and a horrifyingly accurate revelation of a lack of reasonable patterns in the wolf's widely shortened glaring eyes as he preyed among the rabbit. Hunter looking at the innocently traumatised rabbit had grown no state of empathy and was luminiously continious of his long wanting for blood. There was a curiously unexpected and highly sensitive noise behind of a branch falling in the endlessly long, vast and fantastically adventurous woodland that was deafening agonising. The wolf turned in one swift motion to behind where a thick line of trees with patterns of continious white layered itself over each branch, each Earth ground and each twig. There was a sensitively comfortable breeze that was carried out by both a long thin and absurdly chubby trees swaying gently in the howling wind in the quietly trustful breeze. A slightly terrible tremble in the air left an enthusiastic line of negative emotions for the wolf was horrifyingly subjected to by what he thought was the voice of an angry God or a spirit of one of the rabbits. Hunter looked back to his proceeded distance towards the staring rabbit and it had vanished into the countryside, leaving no trace of being torn apart and having the remains of his limbs ripped out by a ferociously monstrous beast of the nearby woods. Hunter prayed in desperation of his addiction with hunting despite he had already had enough to eat, it wasn't a need for survival anymore but for Hunter it was rather a thirst for the knowledge that his craving would of ended with one bite of fur like when those humans scratch themselves and are impeccably relieved afterwards for it's sensation was proceeded.