Wolf
Orange eyes like tiny topaz crystals glisten as he watches the sun go down, fading into a sea-
like sky of yellow and orange.
Lost. He finds a howling lost cub. Two is stronger than one he thinks. And lightly clasps the
delicate cub in his bloodstained teeth.
Shortly, after 8 weeks of starvation the wolf became extremely famished...
A few seconds later the young, oblivious pup looked up to find it was gazing into the now
blood-thirsty, ravenous wolf’s once sparkling orange now wicked red eyes.
He will never forgive himself for what he did, but he will forget.
By: Ava Douglass Age: 12
Copyright © Ava Douglass | Year Posted 2010
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