I couldn't decide what I was going to write to today's Writing on Wednesday's. I know I haven't been keeping up with my blog. I should definitely try harder. I just sometimes forget what day it is and I've being very busy working at my job. I also seem to make a bad habit of trying to do a thousand different things all in one day. I wrote this while laying in bed one night. I couldn't fall asleep and it was the only thing I that swirling around in my head.
So here we go...
Black Foot looked at the pink orange hues of the sun setting behind the lush mountain side. He yawned and pawed at the ground restlessly. It was almost hunting time. The pack knew this as well as they all lay about in front of him. He checked the mountain. It was dusk, time to hunt.
He moved, his body shone the familiar gray of the sky right before morning hit. Black Foot moved swiftly through the maze of trees. This ground was familiar to him.
He looked behind him and saw familiar eyes of his pack looking back at him A twig broke behind him and he growled, a sound that erupted from his chest. He knew that if the pack failed on this hunting trip, they would go hungry another night.
So if you can' t already tell. I'm kind of obsessed with wolves. A long time ago a wrote a story based off of a wolf pack. But some how in all the moving my family has done since than. I lost that story. This is my tribute to that story. I hope you all enjoy.