One of the moons is full tonight. The wolves are out and howling at the sky. I can hear them in the distance saying hunt and pack. Its strange how they all stick together, it would be easier to hunt on their own, with less noise but the y still stay in a pack. Side by side. I wonder what that's like… is it harder or easier to trust someone if you can hear their thoughts, know everything they think and feel about you? I wonder how you could ever get on with anyone here. Even if they were nice they were bound to think something bad at least once, you'd have to have something really special to look past that.
My train of thought gets interrupted by the noise of the leaves rustling and hunt as the wolves move in closer. I quickly switch off the campfire box. I can't run that would make too much noise; I have no choice but to hide. I curl up in a ball and duck into the nearest set of bushes. The thin, leafy bushes provide little cover but its too late now. The rustle of leaves and the snapping of twigs get closer. Smell, I hear, smell prey, I try and keep my breathing as quiet as possible but I can feel the pack getting closer and closer. I can hear one coming up behind me. I draw my breath as my heart races. This is it. I feel its breath on the back of my neck and its wet nose sniffing me as it gets closer. It throws back its head, opens its jaws and lets out a howl and it over. I'm going to die I'm going to die. I brace myself but the pain doesn't come. I feel a rush of air as the huge dark shadow of the wolf jumps over me and goes sprinting off with its pack into the night. I hear them barking out deer and deer prey. I'm alive.
I let out a breath and stare down at my hands. I'm shaking and my breathing is heavy. I feel like I'm going to pass out but I can't. I have to find some shelter for the rest of the night. Those wolves might come back and it looks like it's starting to rain. Eventually I find a small sheltered patch to spend the night. I don't switch my campfire box back on. It does rain and I watch the rain fall. Watch the drops roll down the leaves and land with a splash. I curl up as the freezing cold wind chills me to the bone causing goose bumps to rise up on my sting and my cuts to sting. My injuries haven't gotten any better. My head it the worst. I could go and get the first aid kit from the ship but that would mean going back and that would mean seeing- but I don't think about it. I just shut my eyes and force myself to fall asleep. Fall asleep and see what tomorrow comes.
Will the ship rescue me?
Will anyone rescue me?
Anyone?