Wilderness

Wilderness Moonlight stretches into the clearing, intangible ...but offering comfort. She is dying now, pining to be rescued, her breathing jagged, her endurance spent; the bullet had lanced her stomach therefore prolonging agony. Behind her lies a zick-zacked trail of red, splattered death, her own. She had been born a lone wolf but now seeks release in moonlight's arms. A terminal breath, a final flick of death while her cubs, confused cries, wing the night . Eventually moonlight drifts; shadows lie down beside the lone wolf as hunters scour the ground; they, like wolves, seek life out of wilderness.