Fog settles

Weight pressing in on my head

Damp cold clinging to my lungs

Fingers curl in

Nails biting the skin

A quiver in my chest

Vision wavers

Breath quickens

Heart races

Through the grey

Glowing golden orbs appear

Grinning down at me

Then the teeth

Impossibly sharp

The wolf smiled

Beneath my sheep mask

My own sharpened smile grows