The wolf

An arrow flew past his head, cutting of a few of his longer hairs.

'Shit, how could I let this happen!' He thought to himself. He tried to run harder but his muscles were starting to fail him.

'Why did I go outside that night, I knew that it was near me!' Another arrow flew at him. He jumped to the right to dodge the arrow. He seemed to be running endlessly. But before he knew it the forest ended, revealing the full moon. The urge to stop and howl at it was hard to resist but he knew he had to. Especially if he wanted to survive. Soon he saw a cliff. The gap between his side and solid ground on the other side, wasn't much more than 2 metres (I don't even inch brah). He fastened his pace even more.

"It's now or nothing." He took a deep breath, ran as fast as he could to the ledge, and jumped...