but they had no known use for blood . there was no wood , and there was no church of the wood , and there was no village of the wood . there had been many times over the years when he had wondered at the turns and twists of his fate . the running wolf took another stride before the large arrow struck its side , knocking it over , where it kicked and lay still . to this day , i could still feel the pounding in my head as i took off down the highway looking for a way back . 