The Red Wolf
Chilli POV
Lowering my chest to the ground, sniffing the moist grass and damp leaves, feeling them under my paws as I kneed at the ground. My tail sways in the breeze which carries the chill of the lake nearby, and my pointy ears twitch with every russel, every twig snapping. In the far distance, a bee searches the wildflowers for nectar, as I watch, I am lost in the beautiful movement of its delicate wings, forgetting for a brief moment what I am doing. Regaining my concentration, I welcome my wolf instincts to aid me in finding my prize. The world around me falls silent and still, as I slow my breathing and heart rate to become at one with my surroundings. Ignoring the rippling of the lake
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