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 ones 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 c***s 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, y
