The Wolf Among The Fallen

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

I wake up hazily, for a minute I expected to here the kettle boiling for my Mothers morning tea. I wish it was but it didn't take me long to realise it was the snarling of a dog, I pear out the small window next to my bed. A lone wolf had wonder into the clearing that separates the house and the wood. It was snaring at what seemed to be a rabbit hole, I mentally note the position of the hole might be good for a few meals if the rabbits have breed. I can't risk taking on the wolf, it looks like a Dire wolf but my eye sight is blurry and I can't quiet make it out. I move away from the window and head into the kitchen, I snarling depletes as as I walk downstairs. Maybe I had imagined the wolf, maybe being alone in a house in the woods is finally starting to drive me mad. Either way I have to get into the woods!