The Noble Hunt - A short, descriptive story.
As I crouch silently in the vast, snowy forest waiting for a noise or a flash of colour, I breathe in deep the smell of dead leaves and hear the small animals moving all around me. Advancing slowly, I come across several small prints in the fresh snow. ‘Bingo’ I think and begin to follow the tracks, the sound of snow crunching under my heavy fur-lined boots. I can feel the dagger by my side and the pack weighed down with a spare change of clothes and camping equipment rests on my shoulders as I creep slowly into the void of white. Suddenly I hear movement to my left and I whirl around, quickly knocking an arrow into my bow, I hear the crunch of twigs under snow and I move quickly downwind of the culprit. Grabbing my binoculars I see the large wolf I’ve been tracking for about three days now, its shaggy grey fur flecked with white and the jagged red scar on his side from our previous encounter, cautiously I move to the cover of the bushes and take aim. I unleash the ar