A Day In the Life of the Wolf Man

The Wolf Man awakened by the winter sun, saw evidence the wolves had been and gone. They'd left him some breakfast, a big chunk of meat from an unlucky deer they had pulled down. After rudimentary morning ablutions and a brushing of his long beard with fresh snow, he pulled a match from his fast dwindling pile. All of his precious stores were getting low. He had made a simple stove from the tin cans. He had brought with him with provisions to consume. An open fire was luxury he could not afford. A forest fire would bring him and his friends to certain doom. His customary hunger every morning would soon be satiated with deer steak. On his primitive stove he brewed some wild root tea. There was no store bought coffee left to make. As he ate his tasty meal he looked around and planned his busy schedule for the day. First on his list must be to carve replacement for axe handle he had had broken yesterday. Perhaps he would find time to have a run with his friend the the big wolf leader of the pack. He'd have to hurry home before the dark to build a fire to heat his little shack. (This was a verse for a continued story contest which was not ever ended or judged.)