The Hunt


The wolves swirled around the herd of bewildered bison, as if to confuse them. I myself could not keep track of them as the wove in and out of the forest, appearing and disappearing. They would often circle the bison to look for weaknesses – a chance for a meal. The wolves were hungry. So were the bison. So was I. So I ate a cliff bar… and watched.



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