Walking Wild

Preface

I'd never given much thought about my surroundings. I've always been cooped up in my own little world. I never realized how sheltered it was until this moment.

This was the moment that I feared most of all; my family being tortured and mauled by vicious animals. Quite ironic that animals is the first word that pops into my mind. Barbarians would be a better fit, but the urge to spit the word at them dances constantly on my tongue.

They say there's a fine line seperating love and hate, but the line's never been thicker than it is in this moment. Predator versus predator, pack against clan, the angels of life and death bestowing their curses all around us in the wide, rain--soaked clearing.

With a fierce chorus of growls from my side and a series of yowls from theirs, we launched ourselves at one another with an ancient feud's anger clinging to our backs.