WolfAndHorseLover421

As the trees sighed and the birds sang songs of magnificent days, the wolves sat in their dens, awaiting nightfall. Soon after, it came, stalking out into the bush, they used their senses to track, and kill, pouncing, biting, clawing and sneaking, they came back with a bit of food to feed the pack. And they all joined together in a song of victory and happiness. As the days passed, the food pile grew smaller and smaller and smaller, until there was nothing left. Which meant they had to hunt again. So they did. But this time, since now it was winter, it was hard to find anything, so they stocked up as much as they could find, awaiting summer,

The wolves started running through the river, water splashing up everywhere, they laughed and tackled each other when they went hurtling out of the river, playing happily they did not notice the hunter, carefully aiming his gun at them. The hunter focused and shot a single bullet towards them...Meanwhile, a snake slithered onto a tree, camouflaging into the bark, perfectly still and waiting for its next victim. SUDDENLY the bullet rebounded back, scraping the hunter across the face and as the blood trickled down his cheek, the wolves slowly turned, a startled look on their faces, after a minute the wolves jumped into the bushes back to the sa