The night was dark and chilly, and I just couldn't fall asleep underneath my warm covers, so I went outside for a walk.. I followed a dirt road into a dark forest, making me feel slightly uneasy. I took a left, then a right and finally get lost in the mist. In the distance was the sound of wolves howling and owls hooting mysteriously. I shuddered, spooked at the sudden noises, when I saw a pair of bright red eyes glowing from a nearby bush. As I moved forward, a hungry wolf shot out from the undergrowth, clawing at my arms and legs. I ran as far as I could till I collapsed from blood loss. The rest of the blood oozed out of me and I lay dead. Because of this, I am now called the blood wolf.
