the wolf

The wolf walked slowly. Trying not to scare them away. Yet they still don't trust him, since his fur is gray. A scary, deep colour, the dark within light. It doesn't mean power. It is just as the night. Dark, deep, unknown. Yet the wolf means no harm to anyone. It is just a dog, passing by. He wasn't hungry and yet he's still gone. There is now only a rug, that is left. And no harm done. Not by the wolf...