The forest floor raced by as her paws carried her faster. She smelled her own fear as the wind whipped through her fur. She heard crashing in the underbrush and felt his cold hands grab around her midsection his stench permeated the air as she felt him tugging at her downy white fur. She felt the chill of the night as it fell away. She yowled as he roughly grabbed her tail and began to run the razor down its length the last scrap of fur fell away and he gripped her head close to his featureless face his rancid breath assaulted her senses and chilled her to the bone. As if on cue the fur that had been lost grew back sprouting and pushing until it reached its normal length. But this fur was different it seemed to ripple and move and was black as a shadow, she stopped moving as a rush came over her. She felt the immense power and with it the need. The need to hear that music, the screams of the innocent. And she relaxed swishing her tail slowly back and forth. His voice came as a cackle, “yes… How fitting”