Hunger drives the hunt, clawing and devouring like the carrion feast deep within the gorge. Cold commands a bitter bite and shoves the strongest into a slow deliberate end. The blaze of summer demands the source, a fount of cool liquid and place to rest while scavengers lurk. And when things become too uncertain, there is the instinct to run. Running is the race that only ends once all other needs have been met.
Written By: Hollie Barringer, 2015