Jason swiftly leaped over the stream. Then came to a dead halt. He locked his eyes on her. A black wolf. Her pack no where to be seen. How did they beat him here? He was always the first to fresh food. He didn't move as she stared back with cautious eyes. Jason waited. He waited for the pack to show up and run him off. He knew that if he took his eyes off her, he could easily be ambushed. He was a powerful predator. A large siberian tiger, very capable of protecting himself, but even a skilled fighter as himself could be taken down by a powerful pack of wolves. Minutes pasted. Jason was confused then he saw the truth. The wolf wasn't cautious. She was scared. She was the wounded animal. She was helpless, and alone.
