Running With Wolves

ter for the young wolf. What is cold to his thick, coarse fu

he woods, feeling the tree branches snap as he passes them by. Squirrels and rabbits, foxes and deers, all make way

s died down, the croaking of frogs silenced. Even the leaves stopped rustling. As if every

. Of something unfamiliar. They were taught since they were very young, the unknown is dangerous–

ooked he found a squirrel. He felt a relief course through him.

a hooded figure. And it was looking right at him. Dark as the night itself, silent as the wind. He can see nothing of

mind could process what was happening. How could it not when they’ve been fighti

the quiet that followed sent shivers down his spine. When he finall

bodies of his friends– his comrades, laid before him. A whimper escaped his throat. This cann

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is guards remained. Apart from the one he now held in his arms, who has returned to his form as a young man. And even him, has very little life left. Zeeb

at was shattered and his chest smashed. What a cruel way to die, Zeeb th

ain somehow. Maybe just enough, so he can talk. To give them somet

nly blood came out. He tried again, “I– it– it’s e–eye–eyes”. A