Silent Wolf.
By Andrew Hide
His sences are alive, he can smell the fear of prey, if, he moves with caution he could eat well today. It's hunger that has driven him, now his jaws with saliva fill, his stomach growls expectantly, barely waiting for the kill. His prey is just before him, hiding behind a tree, if he moves to hastely, the baby deer will flee. His paws he places silently upon the rotting leaf, his nails digging down to find a solid grip, beneath. He circles around the bushes, and hardly makes a sound, looking for the place, where the young deer can be found. The fawn breaks its cover, the time has come at last, the deer runs quickly, but the wolf is just as fast. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Jun 09 2002 11:38 AM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 10
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