Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

Upon the ground she twists her flailing limbs,
thrashing the forest floor, and breathless wails.
Then deepening her groans transform, at first
like gargling, but then into a growl,
the sounds so move from pleas to threats. Gnashing,
her snapping teeth rival chirping crickets.
About to leap unto her aid, he’s stopped,
that hunter in the thicket bush, by her
sudden and frightful shout, wicked, wolfish,
a howl filling his youthful limbs with ice.
Then rising from the place where the girl fell
a beast upon its hind legs stands. Its fir,
an ashen tone, in thick layers is spread,
it covering the tight sinews of that
great waxing form, now grown to match in height
twice that of any man. The werewolf sniffs
the air, throwing its snout into the sky.