Hunger drives anyone mad.

Food used to be plenty.

Water never-ending.

Then humans came.

 

Trees chopped.

Food hunted down to no end.

The pack chopped down.

Soon it was only me.

Hungry.

Mad.

 

Oh how I longed to hunt human.

Plump, fleshy, human.

But one must know their prey.

Patterns, customs, language.

 

It was time.

The red cloak came exactly as it did many times before.

Young.

Tender.

Elder was enough nutrients to continue.

Still hungry.

Still mad.

 

A knock.

An answer.

Questions.

Answers.

Devour.

 

The deed is done.

The pack avenged.

Humans must pay more.

Blood for blood.

Not hungry.

Only mad.

 

Human came. Axe held high.

Chop.

Pain.

Gone was the meal.

Gone was revenge.

No more hunger.

No more madness.