The Art of Wolves

Chapter 3

Elizabeth loved living in Oregon near the serene wooded park, and that is where she was headed with her trusty camera around her neck and a portable easel under her arm. She really did enjoy this part of her day, especially since her 6th set of foster parents were on her nerves. They only were "helping" her out because she was a prodigy and they could get a tax deduction. She was used to it though and the only people she blamed were her first set of adopted parents. She was adopted at the age of 3 and lived the longest with them till 8 when they decided to just up and leave. Yep in the middle of the night the two crawled out the back door, when Elizabeth was little she liked to believe that they were superheroes and we're called to action, but now she knew it was nothing more than abandonment.

Elizabeth was off the trail, as per usual and heading towards and well lighted, small open field nestled in between the trees and filled with flowers. There she placed the easel down and began her tedious work.

She had been standing and painting for hours she was sure, because her lighting for the painting has changed to a darker red and her soles ached. She put her paint brush to the side and disassembled the easel, clearing her view. That's when she saw the wolf.

At the edge to the woods in which she had not come from, stood a massive wolf. His golden eyes pierced hers and his chocolate color seemed to match the now dark toned trees. She was petrified, her heart was wildly pumping in her chest and she was afraid he could hear it. She had looked away towards the exit for a moment, when the wolf let out a massive growl. She swung back around to see he was approaching, but now was admitting a small whining sound, as if it was upset to have startled her.

Elizabeth was almost positive that you weren't supposed to run in these situations and by now the wolf seemed to close for the possibility. So she did the next dumb thing and picked up her camera. She figured if her body was torn apart they could identify that is was a wolf by her camera. Wolves don't eat cameras right?! she thought as she took a quick shot of the wolf.

The wolf was suprised and instead of ending her existence he sat down. She couldn't help but smile at this. This wolf that was bigger than her neighbor's great Dane and was acting like a well behaved dog. She decided to be brave and take another picture of the wolf. She soon realized the woof was somewhat docile and she had this weird yearning to reach out and touch him. Maybe he is a dog she thought as her hand reached out to touch his silky coat.

The wolf, who she had now named Wolfie in her mind, seemed to purr at her placing her petite hand on his coat.
"What are you a cat, Wolfie?" Elizabeth asked with a snicker.
Wolfie growled, which frightened her enough to take away her hand. He whined at that, like a young puppy would at dinner. Elizabeth looked around and realized it was going to get to dark to see her way back. She decided to be brave and gather her stuff without looking to see if Wolfie would allow it. He did and let out a very sad whine when she turned to leave.
"Bye Wolfie, maybe I'll see you again" Elizabeth spoke kindly to her new furry friend.
She walked back on her path, upset at the prospect she would never see him again, for reason she didn't understand. She did however realize she found her next muse for her paintings.