When I listen to something like this, I like to unlock my mind and see what kind of imagery it conjures up.
I'm getting wolves. Maybe three of them. Grey eyes. Snow. They've picked up the scent, and are hot on the trail of their prey. It is doomed.The glint of moonlight on their silvery fur. No crashing through the woods, but swift, silent stealth.
I like soundscapes. The music is the brush, and your mind is the canvas.
Nice one, Wookiee.