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Wolves in Women's Clothing
The women of Wolf Canyon
can smell a man's fear
from the scent of his heart;
either you fall in love
with one of their daughters
and make them plenty
pups,
or try and outrun
their quickest killer.
They've survived
within the rocks
for decades since the last
fall
of man;
fire, sun, and flesh
their only comforts.
The wind howls
on nights like tonight
when their pack is running out
of time to find
food for a feast,
so Mother Hunter
transformers
from woman into beast.
No man stands
a chance to win the fight
against a protective mother
needing to feed
the love of her
loving daughters.
can smell a man's fear
from the scent of his heart;
either you fall in love
with one of their daughters
and make them plenty
pups,
or try and outrun
their quickest killer.
They've survived
within the rocks
for decades since the last
fall
of man;
fire, sun, and flesh
their only comforts.
The wind howls
on nights like tonight
when their pack is running out
of time to find
food for a feast,
so Mother Hunter
transformers
from woman into beast.
No man stands
a chance to win the fight
against a protective mother
needing to feed
the love of her
loving daughters.
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