Bob

The Wolf

A proud noble creature, who stands above your waist height. Its hackles raise when threaten. Its muzzle changes into a snarl. Its paws clench and claws scratch at the ground. A foam spilled from its mouth as it shakes it head back and forth spreading it along the forest floor. Allowing it to seep into the soil.

Its tail swayed slowly side to side. Its body crouched. Muscles strain to keep the body still. With eyes lighter than the clear sky, it stalks its prey. He stumbles around looking for food, snapping at his own paw that appear in front of him. He sees them as a threat. One paw already was littered with bite marks.

Ear held up, listening for anything coming its way. Swirling its ear in the wind it tries to not make a sound. A snap is heard. It fell. It had stepped in a bear trap. Flailing making the wound worse, it growls and snarls in the air.

Its paw crushed, seeping red blood into its brown fur. It whines and whimpers in pain. Its ear shoot up like rockets listening for any sound. A man walks from the forest to see the beautiful wolf. Its fur as dark as the tree bark. It snarls and growls at the intruder. Muzzle raised. The wolf was still, taken out with a single bullet. The proud and noble creature is no more. The rabies foam spilled from its mouth. The rouge wolf gone and the forest at peace.