The White Wolf

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I was running faster than I thought possible.

They were gaining on me.

I didn't think I could run for much longer.

I was scrambling through the woods. Tree after tree. I didn't even see it, before I tripped over a tree root.

I was splayed out on the ground. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I was too tired.

I turned my head to look behind me. They were too close. I wouldn't be able to get up in time.

I laid my head back on the ground.

Waiting.

Behind me, I could hear growls and snarls and the pounding of their paws on the ground beneath them.

There were too many of them.

They circled me. Their beady eyes, watching my every move with with their piercing gaze.

They were closing in on me.

Slowly.

One step at a time.

I knew this was going to be the end.

Their white and black fur was covered in blood.

They were hunting, and I was their prey.

By this time, I was breathing unevenly.

Tears were forming in my eyes.

I was hoping, praying, someone - anyone - would help me.

I curled up into a ball, waiting for them to attack, when suddenly, a pure white wolf came out of nowhere. It jumped in front of me, as if it were guarding me form the rest of them.

It growled and snapped its' teeth at them.

The wolves that were circling me stopped growling.

They lowered their heads and slowly backed away.

Once they were a few feet away, they bolted - faster than they did before.

The white wolf turned around to look at me.

It looked, concerned..? As concerned as a wolf could look.

It put its' muzzle in my hand and licked it.

"Thank you." I said to the wolf with a small smile.

It didn't even matter if it didn't understand me, as long as it knew what I was implying.

I got up off the ground and dusted off the dirt and leaves that had stuck to my clothing.

I turned away from the wolf and realised I had no idea where I was anymore.

It was just trees, and more trees.

I think the wolf caught on to what I was thinking, as it put its' muzzle in my hand again, and motioned his head to the left and started walking in that direction.

In no time, we were at the edge of the woods.

I turned around to look at the white wolf, but it was gone. Like it had never even been there.

***

That night I dreamt of the white wolf and how it had saved me.

I had the same dream the night after that.

And the night after that...

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