84 wet white teeth barring
4 eyes, keen, watching
8 paws extending its claws
2 wolves

An arena
Fit for two
Bread for one thing

Blood

The white wolf attacks first
Taking a piece of the black wolf with him

Face bleeding the black wolf tries to attack
But its too slow
The white wolf pounces and takes
A life

The white wolf stands on the corpse
Claiming its victory

Tick, thub-thub, tick

A little old man with a cane walks by
Reaching the dead wolf he raises his cane
Draws a circle around the wolf

Tick, thub-thub, tick

The body shakes
Skin is rejoicing
Holding hands strongly
Once again

The white wolf goes into shock

The black wolf takes advantage
Ripping at the neck
Chewing marrow
Growling with the sound of revenge

The body falls
The black wolf’s ears shoot straight up
It hears something
Far off in the distance

Tick, thub-thub, tick