Natural

It was late. I was tired.

And hungry.

I found her on IM. In the time we’ve known each other, it was always as friends of a friend. We hadn’t shared more than fifty words between us.

But I knew.

We chatted; she had just stepped out of the shower and was drying her hair. I told her not to get dressed. When I found her, I wanted her in just a towel. She gave me directions to her house and told me to come straight in. She’d be in the bedroom at the back.

She listened well. I opened the bedroom door and found her in her bed in just a towel; well, towel and some sheets. I smiled, shook my head, and told her the sheets were cheating. She kicked them away.

I sat on the edge of her bed and asked her if she was nervous. Yes, she said, she was – was I?

In the initial moments of our IM conversation, I had been almost shaking, so intense was my hunger. The promise of tasting prey tender and rare. Once committed to action, however, I felt a familiar quiet settle over me. Knowing it would feed, the wolf of my hunger lowered himself patiently to the ground, alert but content to wait for the inevitable feast.

No – I wasn’t nervous. This part comes naturally.

2 thoughts on “Natural”

  1. There is much difference to the wolf that runs in the hunt, and the wolf that stands over his prey. Indeed. A quest is uncertainty, capture is not.

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