He did not know why even after losing his senses he continued to dream about the wolf only. The wolf was running sometimes on its fours, sometimes on its hind legs. It could not read the signs that hung from the buildings that smelled like food. Well, everything around him smelled like food. This was so romantic that he could not contain. And the wolf was on a mission - on a hunt. It was searching for someone's scent. Yes, finally it got the scent. The scent used to be soft sometimes, but now it was pungent. The wolf climbed the wall with the help of the the pipe line and jumped inside the room breaking the glass window. There was a couple. Busy kissing each other. They shrieked at its sight. The wolf tore the woman's head which rolled on the floor. The man was an old man. He clutched his heart and fell on the floor. The wolf checked. The old man was already dead. The wolf ripped the woman's two hands and legs too. Ate the hands and legs. The bones were soft like a chicken's. It even finished the bones. There was no trace of any limb now. Then grabbing the woman's head by its jaws it jumped off the third floor of the building to the road and rushed towards the forest.