There’s a certain point, I’ve read, where your body blocks out all contemporary physical pain; usually when your injuries are too agonizing to register, or you’ve experienced too much trauma and you’re on the brink of death. When you die almost instantly, you feel little to no pain.
I barely had time to prepare myself for accepting the fact that I was going to die and I was worried that I would die horrendously with insufferable pain, because I’d never heard of being comfortably or painlessly mauled by wolves. I couldn’t remembering throwing my arms over my face to shelter my eyes from the lunging wolf, but I had at some point.
Time seemed to stop and it was like all air had been knocked from my chest as I laid on the ground, body as still as a corpse but my mind as live as a wire. I hop
