The full moon peeked out from beneath the raging clouds. Thunder boomed, shaking the ground, causing the mighty trees to quake and rattle beneath their sweltering forces. Lightning lanced crooked fingers across the dark clouds, a sharp contrast from the blackening sky, demanding attention from the nearby animal life. The rain beat down, pounding the mud soaked earth. Trees moaned in complaint against the heavy hail, mixing in with the icy rain. Heavy winds buffeted the trunks of the trees, ripping leaves and branches off the trees, battering the nearby trees, and undergrowth. The trees creaked in anguish underneath the swirling tempest, beaten down beneath the racing horses of the rippling winds. Menacing thunderheads billowed up above, its sharp teeth striking out, and its laughter deep, and ominous, drowning out the midnight blue sky, and choking out any form of light.
  A massive wolf strode through the soaked undergrowth, his yellow eyes fiercely burning in the dim lights, narrowed against the biting winds, and sleet, his black fur matted, and a tangled mess, his ears flattened against his head. A low growl built in his throat, rumbling deep in his chest. The wolf soundlessly stalked through the ferns, pushing through the storm effortlessly, the heavy rains masking his scent, and the harsh winds blowing any trace of prey his way.
  He reared up on his hind legs, snapping at a bird, a sparrow, dumb enough to fly into a tempest of this magnitude. The sparrow narrowly avoided his powerful jaws, squawking angrily as it flapped harder, fighting against the fearsome winds, and hard rains.
  The black wolf snarled furiously at his failed attempt of catching his prey, hunger gnawing painfully at his stomach, twisting it into painful knots. When suddenly the delicious warm scent of deer touched his senses, the smell of it alone sent his hunger into overdrive.
  Instantly he launched himself into the direction of his new target, leaping over logs, and ducking under the whipping branches, keeping low to the ground as he came closer to his prey. He came to a halt, hiding in the tall grass, gazing at the small herd of deer. The herd had seven deer; two male, three female, and two fawns, one of which was injured.
  He dropped into a crouch, shoulder muscles tensed, preparing himself for the oncoming chase. He slid through the soaked across, flattening himself even further into the cool grass, slinking forward towards the injured fawn. He lunged forward, pouncing on the fawn, locking his jaws around its neck.
  The fawn kicked around desperately, struggling for freedom and air as the wolf crushed its esophagus. The herd ran in a scattered panic, fleeing for their lives as the wolf attacked, catching prey for the first time in almost a moon. He raised his head, and let loose a long, victorious howl. The hunt was finally over.