The Wolf Girl

There was something different about that night. The snow was falling lightly for the first time in a while and It was finally warm enough to hunt it had been so cold and windy for so long, but what stood out the most that night was the moon it was larger than usual that night and was glowing a bright and bloody red. Lighting a red path through a pine forest in Montana. We could tell the path had been used by a farmers livestock it smelled to faint to tell exactly what it was but our stomachs would not shut up . The storms that had forced us to hide in our dens for so long almost starved us, but spring was on its way and the warmer air was giving my pack spring fever already. I don't blame them though I've been getting tired of running on four legs, I was in need of a warm shower too. The path that my pack was following came to an end and opened up into a field with a hill, but it wasn't the hill that caught our attention. On top of the hill was a farm with what smelled like lots of food. Even though all of our instincts told us to stay away from humans. We ran towards it being driven by our stomachs. Now I regret that. We should have listened to our instincts that night.