As I turn, my breath makes clouds in the air as my breath rushes out of me in a gasp. Hackled up and growling, I am met with the red eyes of one wolf stepping into the maze center when another growl rings out from the side. Their fur is no longer white but red with the blood they have spilled throughout the night. They reek of it when the third one steps out, each one's steps calculating as they size me up.
I turn, trying to keep an eye on all of them, when they step closer, caging me in. The biggest one growls at its brother, and it snaps its teeth in return back at its brother. Great, they are fighting over who is taking the first bite.
The third one cocks its head to the side, sniffing the air.
“Are you trying to decide which part is juiciest, sorry boys, I’m more the jerky kind of meat. You won’t find much meat on these bones, no need to fight, and I’m sure I taste as bitter as I look,” I tell them. The big wolf huffs, cocking its head to the side.
“Well, clearly, they are fighting over the rump.” Well, those two will be disappointed; not much meat there either my diet of leafy greens and fish and the occasional deer don’t allow for such juiciness, especially this time of year when everything is hunted by bears before we get a chance to find or catch it.
The other two are still arguing and bickering over their midnight snack, which turns into a fight between them, and I am long forgotten as they fight, and the other wolf turns its attention to its brothers for a second.
if it understands exactly what I am saying; it sits back on its haunches, watching me. Maybe he is deciding I do I
fighting, the bigger one slamming its brother on the ground. I take a step
both charge at me, and I know I am gone, yep they were definitely
Instead of running, I accept it. I couldn’t outrun these beasts, so I give in knowing death is inevitable, so why fight it? Besides I rather go this way than be cleaning the Kings toilets for the rest of my life,
the way of protection from the elements. Growls tear out around me while I wait for my death to come. Their paws pad on the soft grass audible when I hear the grass get torn up as they tear it up to
as they start sniffing me. Fur brushes my skin as one wolf weaves its body around mine like a cat, rubbing itself on me.
nudges my hands, trying to get his nose under
hand shakes as I lift it, and it drags its face beneath my palm as if it wants me to pat it. I swallow, my heart thumping against my rib cage, when the biggest one drops onto his stomach, resting
my hair, my face, and my neck before, finally, it lays down