Like a creature chasing a pure wolf

A little creature

Ghastly to look at

Sticky, moldy, muddy, and gross

Disgusting in every which way

Messy and contagious

Sloppy and ugly

Like a bloody disease which contaminates

Chases a white wolf

Pure frosty fur rippling in the wake of the wind

Strong and muscular from practice and running

With icy eyes that pierce and strengthen

And teeth that can slice through gristle

The wolf knows that it’s strong

And powerful and pure and graceful

It runs

It runs from something so weak

So slow and pathetic and dangerously contaminating

Because it is disgusted

Because it is the only thing the wolf finds terrifying

To be anything other than a pure strong noble wolf

To be caught in that sticky trap is beneath the wolf

The wolf must stay in the land of ice and snow

Of cold and purity

Of clear skies and sharp edges

Of no growth but winterscape

This wolf knows his home

This creature would try to catch the wolf and make it his slave

This creature would hurt him

This creature would make him sick.

Leave me alone!”, commands the wolf to the wretched thing

It hides behind a rock

Paranoid, the wolf continues to run from the sticky mess

He will not stop running for many miles until his muscles have reached their limits and he collapses in an icy cave

He will protect himself from any intruders

He will build an absolute impenetrable shelter from ice

And finally, even the mighty wolf will rest

At last at peace.