I was in my room I could smell the bacon that my mom was making in the kitchen, my parents are celebrating because it's my first day going hunting with them. I never liked the idea of killing especially when your killing wolfs. My parents are fans of killing wolfs, they have wolf's skin everywhere in the house because it's really cold in the woods. I went down stairs and there it was pancakes with bacon, my favorite, I sat down next to my mom and my dad was sitting in front of us, while I was eating my dad was just reviewing about how to hold the gun and all that, I really wasn't paying much attention I couldn't. I was just thinking about how would I feel when I kill the wolf, would I feel good? Was brave enough to kill an animal? Would I regret it for the rest of my life? Or would I just won't fell nothing at all? I finished eating and I got my black backpack that my dad got me to go hunting, I got my water bottle ,it is really nice it is blue with wolfs in the end of it and i got some home made cookies that my mom made and put them in my bag, and off we go to the woods.
