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River_Wolf
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 24, 2018
CRACK!
The sound of a gunshot rocked the forest, echoing through the moonlight trees. The wind stilled. A deadly silence followed, as if all the inhabitants collectively held their breath. Even the full moon seemed to linger overhead, watching and waiting like a worried sentinel for a body to fall. Only, it didn't come. Slowly the forest came back to life. An owl hooted nervously. Small mammals shifted in the frost covered underbrush. The breeze picked up into a gentle pull, like the forest was sighing. Boots and harsh conversation stirred as humans moved blindly through the dark wilderness.
"Do you get him?" One asked.
"I think so," another answered, uncertainty clear in their voice.
"Don't think. Look. Find the body!" Ordered a third, the voice harsh and commanding.
A wolf slipped quickly through the underbrush, his breath hard and heavy. Even in the low light he could see the fog that erupted from his bicolored muzzle like plumes steam from an engine. Every breath he took was agonizing. Pain shot through his abdomen and he could feel the fur on his side become damper with every passing moment. The dark grey fur that colored most of his body helped to hide him in the gloom, even with his silver underbelly, muzzle, and legs. Black tipped his ears, tail, the top of his muzzle, and coated his ankles. Golden eyes and a powerful nose helped guide him through the midnight forest. It was his biggest advantage over his human pursuers.
The safety of the pack was behind him, yet he didn't dare go there. The trail of blood would lead the Hunters to his pack. Instead he moved away, going deeper into the woods and father away from the little mountain town. Ryan tried not to think about what might happen if the voices caught up with him. It would be his end. Yet, it wasn't long before Ryan's flight slowed. Pain clouded his vision. His steps became slow and staggered. His breathing grew worse. Finally, it was all too much and the wolf collapsed. His body hit the forest floor like a rag-doll. Ryan's eyelids felt heavy and a chill seemed into his body through his wound.
The first rays of dawn started to crest over the horizon, casting long shadows. Frost clung to Ryan's coat. Off in the distance he could see a cabin of some sort. In any other situation, it would be a make for a beautiful picture. A voice in Ryan's head told him to run, to hide somewhere until the pack could find him. Don't get spotted, it insisted. Ryan closed his eyes.
I just need a minute.
The sound of a gunshot rocked the forest, echoing through the moonlight trees. The wind stilled. A deadly silence followed, as if all the inhabitants collectively held their breath. Even the full moon seemed to linger overhead, watching and waiting like a worried sentinel for a body to fall. Only, it didn't come. Slowly the forest came back to life. An owl hooted nervously. Small mammals shifted in the frost covered underbrush. The breeze picked up into a gentle pull, like the forest was sighing. Boots and harsh conversation stirred as humans moved blindly through the dark wilderness.
"Do you get him?" One asked.
"I think so," another answered, uncertainty clear in their voice.
"Don't think. Look. Find the body!" Ordered a third, the voice harsh and commanding.
A wolf slipped quickly through the underbrush, his breath hard and heavy. Even in the low light he could see the fog that erupted from his bicolored muzzle like plumes steam from an engine. Every breath he took was agonizing. Pain shot through his abdomen and he could feel the fur on his side become damper with every passing moment. The dark grey fur that colored most of his body helped to hide him in the gloom, even with his silver underbelly, muzzle, and legs. Black tipped his ears, tail, the top of his muzzle, and coated his ankles. Golden eyes and a powerful nose helped guide him through the midnight forest. It was his biggest advantage over his human pursuers.
The safety of the pack was behind him, yet he didn't dare go there. The trail of blood would lead the Hunters to his pack. Instead he moved away, going deeper into the woods and father away from the little mountain town. Ryan tried not to think about what might happen if the voices caught up with him. It would be his end. Yet, it wasn't long before Ryan's flight slowed. Pain clouded his vision. His steps became slow and staggered. His breathing grew worse. Finally, it was all too much and the wolf collapsed. His body hit the forest floor like a rag-doll. Ryan's eyelids felt heavy and a chill seemed into his body through his wound.
The first rays of dawn started to crest over the horizon, casting long shadows. Frost clung to Ryan's coat. Off in the distance he could see a cabin of some sort. In any other situation, it would be a make for a beautiful picture. A voice in Ryan's head told him to run, to hide somewhere until the pack could find him. Don't get spotted, it insisted. Ryan closed his eyes.
I just need a minute.