Venator

As I skulked past the gates
And drew behind the stones
The winding trees enveloped
The cloak around my bones.

Peering through the night's mist
I crept through the fen
To try and find the totem
In the grey warg's den.

The freezing forest guards
The secrets that he wrought
His spirit lies on every twig
His scent infests the haunt.

His howling cut the still air
His cry up to the stars
The piercing bay of his rage
Tore the beat out of my heart.

To the entrance
I stalked up in the shadows
His breathing I could hear
Rasping in the barrows.

Silently my dagger slid
From it's ice-cracked sheath
His bloody maw emerging
His jowls hung raw beneath.

Like those that lusted below me
My mind was always snared
The totem drew my senses
The grey warg drew my fear.

His giblet eyes surveyed me
His haggard haunch was raised
Rearing up his splintered paw
He struck me in a daze.