There was a small boy running through the woods near El Dorado Hills in California. The boy seemed scared, he was running and looking over his shoulder like someone or something was following him. It was night so the only light the boy had was from the moon. So, not very much light. The boy was injured so he wasn't going very fast. While looking behind him, he tripped on a root of a tree. He cursed himself as he got up off the ground. He found he was in a small clearing with only trees around him. The boy could hear that whatever was following him was getting closer. He decided to wait in the clearing to see what was following him. He didn't know what was following him and if it were good or bad.
A shape broke through the treeline of the clearing, as it stepped into the moonlight, the boy identified it as a wolf. The wolf was large, maybe four feet tall. It got closer to the boy who was paralyzed with fear. The boy tried not to let his fear show because he remembered his mom telling him that wolves could smell fear, but his body wouldn't move. The wolf stopped growling and looked the boy in the eyes. The boy's eyes were like a sea, greenish blue waves crashing and fighting against each other. The boy stared back at the wolf wondering why it wasn't attacking him.
"Why are you running in the woods boy?"
The boy took his eyes off the wolf to look around him really fast. He head heard someone speaking to him, almost like it was in his mind but no one was around him except the wolf. He stared at the wolf wondering if it just talked to him. The wolf smiled if wolves could smile. "Yes my boy, I am speaking to you".