WolfA frosty morning.Wolf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were no sounds; no birds chirping, no caribou grazing, nothing. The only movement was the snowflakes drifting on the gentle breeze, blowing between the frozen trees.
A winter utopia.
Four men were crouching behind a large fallen tree, their rifles glinting in the morning sun. Their clothing was covered in a dewy layer of frost, their fingers frozen to the triggers of their weapons.
A lone grey wolf stepped out from behind a tree, its large paws leaving deep imprints in the snow. Its silvery coat shone like a moonbeam, rippling smoothly over its strong muscular form. It was the incarnate of nature's majesty.
One man spotted the wolf, and he nudged the man next to him. In an instant, all four hunters' gazes were resting on the grey wolf.
One man raised his rifle.