She strides beneath tall trees, red cloak riding behind. Twigs snap. She stops. Head sweeps left, right. Tucks escaping tresses back into the voluminous hood. Carries on.
The wolf pads behind. Four legs silent in soft debris.
She reaches the cottage. Puts a hand on the door. Wolf pounces. The stalking hunter pulls the trigger. Wolf sprawls at her feet.
Hunter swaggers from cover. Pumps the second shell. Looks at his prize expectantly.
She drops him. Puts a bullet between his surprised eyes.
Wolf rises on two legs. “You’re bait next time, Red,” he says, brushing leaves from his fur.
The wolf pads behind. Four legs silent in soft debris.
She reaches the cottage. Puts a hand on the door. Wolf pounces. The stalking hunter pulls the trigger. Wolf sprawls at her feet.
Hunter swaggers from cover. Pumps the second shell. Looks at his prize expectantly.
She drops him. Puts a bullet between his surprised eyes.
Wolf rises on two legs. “You’re bait next time, Red,” he says, brushing leaves from his fur.
