He'd been wandering the forest so long that the lantern he clutched tightly was the only light he had to see by. But he'd wandered so deep that he no longer had any idea where he was anymore. He looked around him, wide eyes trying to locate the source of the howling he could hear somewhere in the distance. He dropped the lantern in fright at the sound of another howl, seemingly louder now.
He turned around, to see two wolves. He tried to run through the small gap betweeen them in a bid to escapem but they were too fast, sidestepping to block his way. The force of his speed as he collided with them knocked him backwards to the ground.
By the time he got back up on his feet, the wolves had him surrounded. He spun around as they circled him slowly. Predators teasing their prey. He ruffled his hands through his hair, racking his brain for something, anything that would help him. And then he saw it. He burst through the weakest side of their makeshift cage and made a break for it.
He made the mistake of turning to see the wolves stalking toward him. Their lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth as they snarled back at him. He straightened to his full height, hands on hips as he stared them down. A death glare that dared the wolves to come closer. The wolves did not fear him. They came closer still. He stomped and pounded his legs as they approach, releasing any last remnants of fear he had through a physical war cry.
Mere metres from him now, he stared the wolves down. The wolves lunged toward him. But this time, he was ready. He grabbed them firmly in his hands. They tried to drag him backwards, but stronger now, he pulled them forward instead. The three of them, locked in a fierce fight to the death as they moved about. He was thrown between the wolves before the dance continued. The beady eyes of the wolves remained on him at all times, as if to stare him into submission.
Instead, he took charge, throwing the wolves to the ground as he ran, spotting a spear on the ground, He came back swinging, knocking both to the ground in a single full swoop toward them. Clutching the spear just as tightly as he had the abandoned lantern, he threw his head back, a howl of triumph escaping his mouth as the wolves stared up at him from their places on the ground at his feet, a fire ignited in his eyes.
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Another installment in the Silent Haunt collection. You can read the start of it all here.
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