A pair of bloodstained hands hide in the darkness.
A trail of cold, muddy footprints lies exposed in daylight.
He is a hound, moving between night and day, the ancient, cruel laws of survival coursing through his cold blood.
She is a hare, caged and yearning for freedom, keeping company with the hound.
He suddenly closes in, and she flees in panic. He hunts her at daybreak; she presses him step by step until he has nowhere left to retreat. They are cast adrift in the thunderstorm.
The blood will be washed away, the footprints swept clean.
The morning glow hides the night, and the blazing sun heralds the dawn.
