Purity and silence. The pure white wolf walks upon the snow, blending into its environment as if the artist did not want to distinguish the heavenly purity of the two. The freshly laid snowfields contrast the rich growth of the trees, the wolf can smell the undergrowth and hear the slightest crawl. Everything has a familiar scent, everything feels alive, it is One with the great forest spirit. The wolf travels silently on a journey through the eternal energy of life. Heightened senses, and a bond with a lifelong brotherhood of familiar souls; the wolf pack roam the distant stretches never too far away. It’s large paws cushion every step, it walks freely upon the ice; silent and deadly. The wolf pack is getting closer, they are hunting something. Their intentions and thoughts can be felt; an extraordinary thrill compared to the hibernating trees and the ever watchful owls. They draw near, the wolf’s eyes sharpen upon the forest line, perfectly still in the white cover of snow. A dear slowly breaks the forest line in an unassuming meander searching for moss to nibble on. The wolf pack is invisible. In a heartbeat, the pack lunge through the trees! The deer jumps into a dead bolt across the ice! The hunt powers into a climax of bloodlust and the sweet taste of a kill burning with desire! The white wolf remains patient and stays low in a crawl along the ground. Suddenly the wolf lunges up towards the deer’s neck, biting down hard and throwing it onto the ice in a swift and deadly embrace! The deer ran straight towards the wolf in its panic; it was over before it started. Warm blood gushing down the wolf’s throat, ecstasy like addiction filling it’s mind; nothing is sweeter than a fresh kill. The pack is One. All play a part in the family. Feeding in the dead of Winter is just joyous treat. Perfected hunters, hearts pure and alive, the wolves awaken their inner most desires and let their natural instincts take over them for just a little bit.