Monday, September 18, 2017
Through the crackling of the fire, Adams could here a rustle in the bushes nearby. He knew he couldn't sleep until he investigate, as his father had taught him on many nights out before. Was it a small animal bedding down for the night or perhaps just the wind blowing in the trees. As Adams approached the bushes just at the edge of darkness from the campfire, he was frozen in his tracks as he came face-to-face with the snarling beast. It's eyes glowed in the darkness and he could see those white fangs that seemed to amplify the low growl. It was a wolf! A big black wolf that was staring him right in the eyes. For a brief moment Adams had regretted leaving his rifle leaning against the stump by the fire. But it was too late. They locked eyes and both stood frozen in time. Adams' mind raced. Was this the leader? Were there others about to attack? They always traveled in a pack. He couldn't bring himself to look around as didn't want to take his eyes off the one in front of him. Was this the end?