The Wolf Man

On a makeshift lounge in the wilderness he lay. He knew he was dying and sensed this was his final day. Atop of this mountain is where he wanted to be, so he could have one last look at nature's wonderous scenery. The local wolf pack emerged from the brush and surrounded him. He smiled as they all gazed, he found their presence comforting. The alpha male approached him with a pheasant locked in its jaw, and dropped it on his lap but he could eat no more. He pushed the dead bird off onto the ground. The alpha male began to make a whimpering sound. With what little strength he had left, he pet the wolf's head and said good bye. As his lifeless hand fell, the alpha male howled as the pack joined him in his cry. The wolf pack was in mourning, their wolf man had died.