One night.... (The unoficial continuation) pt3
#4 of One night
I am not sure why, I have just never been an early riser. Never have. And, most likely, never will. It is for this reason that I awoke with start just as the sun lightly tickled my nose with its warm radiant glow.
Slowly opening my eyes groggily, what I saw before me nearly made me scream. The wolf from the day before was just outside, dragging the king of kills across the ground. Rocks and sticks dug into the flesh of the great beast, leaving a trail of blood and a stench to accompany it.
Standing up, a low, short growl escaped from my muzzle. I moved over to a tree and stood behind it, with just my head poking from around the corner of the tree.
"Excuse me my good man, but I believe that is mine." I told the wolf nonchalantly in a British accent. My words caused the wolf to jump. He spun towards me, flinging blood and bits of muscle tissue in my direction, splattering across rock and dirt between us like a grotesque pizza.
"What are you doing here!? How did you follow me?" The wolf asked as a perplexing look played across his features.
"I did not follow you, I just woke up and poof; here you are." I answered; attempting to look behind him to see if his pack was soon to arrive. As if he could read minds he said to me.
"My pack mates are on the way, you should leave while you still can." "We both know that isn't going to happen... I am sorry I never caught your name?" I inquired. "And why should I tell you?" The wolf asked wearing a sneer on his muzzle. "I like to know the names of my victims." I said simply, getting ready to run in case things didn't go quite according to plan.
"Just what exactly are you blabber-." Now obviously the stone boulder that fell on the wolf's head was never taught any manners, otherwise it would have left him to carry on with his sentence instead of splattering his brains across the rocky surface like pasta. (Is anyone else now really hungry for Italian food?)
"Well, looks like I won't even need that trap that I painstakingly set up last night." I said to myself with a sigh.
The only thing left to do now was decide what to do with the king of kills, who sat slowly decaying off to the side, forgotten and abandoned. After much deliberation, I decided that it would be best to leave everything exactly the way it was, but perhaps I will encounter more legends that were believed to be myths. My only regret in all of this is that I never found out the name of that wolf and why he ran away when I first saw him...
THE END
Yes, I really do mean it this time, unlike the end of chapter one.
Anywho, what do y'all think of this little slice of fiction from my mind?