A/N: Another story; told from a wolf's POV.
Run
I ran. I ran for my life. She was coming. I had to keep on running; I couldn't give up.
My heart thundered in my chest; my breathing ragged. I couldn't go on.
I had made a fatal mistake that I would pay for. In my desperation to survive during scarce prey, I took the life of a cougar's kitten. It was quite easy to get to the den, but what I didn't know was I could never escape. I could never escape from the consequence – death.
I heard the mother approach from behind, closing the gap between us. She was like swift lightning – never tiring until I paid the price. Her tan paws punished the earth as they tore after me.
She was gaining on me - getting closer, despite my attempts to evade her.
I willed my legs to go faster - my stride faltered in my exhaustion. Now she was closer.
In a final desperate attempt to escape, I dropped the wailing couger cub from my mouth. Hoping that would distract her.
It didn't.
There was a heavy weight on me. Then claws tore. The pain racked my entire body as I collapsed. I skidded across the ground as the mother ripped me to shreds.
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A/N:
Another old piece. The short sporadic sentences are intentional. Please review.
I prefer these types of stories to be vague. I try to write in the way a wolf would experience things. They operate mostly on instinct, so I try to write like the wolf is acting on instinct all the time. For example, I don't think a wolf would stop and analyze what an environment looks like when it is dying. It's primary goal would be to survive.