Greg goes to turn around...when he sees a great wolf snarling in his face, teeth like daggers, eyes blasing with rivulets of drool dripping from its gaping maw and coat as black as night. His eyes open wide in terror and his mouth falls agape. "No...no..NO....NO...Nononono" he screams frantically and turns and runs but the wolf is too fast and is upon him. He cowers, murmuring, awaiting a final blows that never came, when he opens his eyes he sees that nothing is there. Drained of colour and feeling sick, he wobbles to his feet; panting heaviliy.