Shit, What Has He Done?

He slowly raised up his head to look at me, driving shots of adrenaline rocking through my pores. He is magnificent!

Is he going to attack me?

I unconsciously staggered back at his intent scrutiny, my chest heaving rapidly. His huge paws made the first leap forward. I stiffened and balled my fist, goosebumps ripping through my body.

I closed my eyes not wanting to watch him rip me apart. I wasn't strong enough, was the only thing that reigned through my mind. Cold sweat was trickling down my body as I envision how I'm going to die in a bush with no one to save me.

I paused. Why is he not yet tearing me apart? I waited my eyes still strung close. Suddenly I felt the furry touch close to my dress and slowly willed my eyes open. He was looking up at me and if I didn't know better, I would think the wolf was smiling.

Instinctively I reached out and ran my hand through the slinky furs. It whimpered and tilted its head upwards closing its eyes. I finally let mysel