"The wolf hunts down its prey with efficiency and patience, every strike a calculated risk, knowingly it stalks, runs after and kills its objective, it is nature in its purest form!..." The TV was loud and bright, Mathew sat on a black couch, attentively watching and listening at the nature channel, he seemed bored, he seemed elsewhere, nothing but a child. He had a bag of chips and he ate a mouthful each time he raised his hand from the bag. It was almost as if he could fall asleep right then and there...and as he closed his eyes and everything went dark, he listened to the voice of the man talking inside the box. "We too used to be like wolves, hunting and stalking our prey because we needed to, but that is a tradition and a need we as humans no longer have, just like dogs, a descend

