It was midwinter: the cool air seemed to still the noises in the forest, and a ever darkening cloud kept appearing towards the Woodward Forest from the south. Someone was running. A single gray wolf perked his nose up at the sound, and at the smell of a human in distress. Growling, it crouched low at the ground, and then shoved off and began to run as soon as he regained his footing. He ran through the trees. The human was close. The hunt was coming to the end-he could feel it. The female had stopped running. The wolf growled out his hunger, as a warning to the one that would soon meet it’s death.
The human female turned towards the wolf as it launched itself at her. She screamed and the sound pierced the wolves ears. He howled with her, as he almost met her, but then-
Something slammed into his gut. He slowly gave his mind over to the oncoming darkness, and soon discovered that it felt…peaceful. He took a painful breath…
One…last…time.
End