My whole body is frozen, my fingers shaking is the only movement I can seem to create, my heart pounding in my chest as if it might explode, and my eyes locked on the silhouette. The wolf runs across the forest floor, the darkness of the forest making it a perfect night for a hunt for the wolf, his gigantic body not creating a single sound as his paws hit the forest floor as he chases his prey. He's the perfect hunter, imposing and silent as he strikes his prey. And he gets his prey, tackling the fellow wolf as his practice is cut short, after all, he saw me pull in near the path only two minutes ago. I have simply watched, having a feeling settle in my stomach that he is not the type of wolf you want to hunt you down, for you would be the prey stuck in the big, bad forest as he hunts you
