the horse and wolf in the woods

chapter 2

The last report of a wolf traced back to 1951 as a rather bloody picture of hunters holding up a bloody wolf which was most likely the last of the wolves."jeezzz"I said while still holding up the gruesome photos."well.... I wasn't expecting that beth, ive gotta be honest...". Beth sat looking over my shoulder with her eyebrows arched and jaw wide open as she let out a whimper and slapped the photos out of my hands. I turn around and look up at her as a bring my hand to my brow. "That can't be it! There is no way that's how they ended, we need to find it" Beth turned sharply and ran out of the door. "Where are you go..." "GET THE HORSES WERE GOING NOW"...I pause then I sigh and run after her as I doubt that I'll find the right field this time.

I own three horses , one small white Welsh mountain pony called albert (he usually escapes into nearby fields) my other, a big black horse called trevor, he's not that independent but he's quite into adventuring. My very last horse is hugo, a beautiful dappled red roan , he's very .... how do I put it...... stubborn but fast ... very fast. I tend to take him more than the others.

Bethany leads me on twist, a beautiful coloured friesian as I canter behind barely able to hold on, hugo breaths heavily. I feel the warmth of him rise up and make me feel safe as we dart through the undergrowth."do you see anything?" I ask as we slow to a halt. the golden brown leaves fall effortlessly off of the dying trees. We're in the deep forest, a place where few dare to go, and most only stumble across it without meaning to find it. The silence is almost deafninig, all I can hear is the horses nostrils flaring as they breath heavily through the slight fog.

*rustle rustle*