The freezing night wind wakes up the uneasy wild beast. Recent images come to his mind: the precarious dam of the eve, yet more vividly the envisioned new prey. Such a glimpse will sustain his next hunting drive. With strength and cunning the beast will beat the new prey to quench hungers. Another kind of consumption will require different tactics. He must wait, pay attention, learn to doubt. Perhaps the new prey will come on her own before dawn, seeking his warmth, his muscle and skin. They will both lie placidly, then fornicate, and slowly resume the interrupted sleep. No morning will be sweeter. It began chilly but ended warm, peaceful and perhaps even fruitful. All in good time, my dear comrade.
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