Greatwater Lake sleeping powder

His fear was justified. Seemingly out of no where, the strong scent of blood stung his nose. Leo's eyes widened as he was faced with a crazed stranger.
It was as though this man came from a nightmare. Almost pitch black and what light fur was left was stained crimson red. Blood coated his sickly grin and wild green eyes screamed danger. And to top it off, the sound that came from his throat sounded otherworldly.
A wolf who came straight from hell.
Leo's breath began to rapidly quicken. His tail tucked between his legs. The boy took one step back, than another and another as the beast moved forwards. Fearful gray eyes never left his crazed green ones, for if they did Leo feared he would surely die.
He softly wimpered as the other wolf attempted to speak. The only thing that came out were devilish gurgles that nearly made him jump.
Leo's heart was pumping faster than ever before. This man gave him fear he had never felt before. Even when he was viciously attacked so long ago, the boy never felt this way. And maybe this time he wouldn't be able to escape.
"P-please", he stammered, "I-I don't want any trouble.
At this point, the voices were so loud it made his head ache. Leo couldn't pick up the cries, but all he heard was run. Run as fast as his legs could carry him.
But he didn't. Fear kept him from escaping. All he could do was prepare for the worse.