The Hunted
The heart beats fast as the wolf runs through the trees, the sound of the shot rings in her ears. Her sent on the wind. The wish on her mind for this to end.
The feet hit the ground carefully as the tack is clear. He follows the sound of a scared wolf his fingers sweating on the trigger. The smell of blood clear in his nose.
The wood grows slient and the wolf slows and stops thinking it is safe once more. The shot rings and pain zings through the body. She falls only for a monent then stuggles to her feet and runs again the blood of her own staining the ground. She slows as the wound takes its toll she lays apone the dasys and her eye begin to close as she has not long the power to remain. her breath slows and finally stops as a stranger walks over and the flash of light and the the laughter of the end.
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