The wolf watched as the man worked. He first pulled put the long metal thing that had ate into her shoulder. He then wiped it with this stinging thing. Strong jaws snapped near his face when he wrapped a strange thing around it. Golden Flecks lay there whimpering like a newborn pup. She slowly bagan to close her eyes but still saw as the man began to extend his arm towards her. She latched onto his arm like limpet. He cried out in agony as he struggled to pull her jaws apart. Golden Flecks eyed him. She hadn't even broken the skin. When she released, the man fell back cradling her arms. He checked it over and then looked away from the injured wolf. As he did so, she closed her amber eyes and began to fall asleep. As she did so, she could still feel the an run his bony hands through her tawny fur. She didn't react. She didn't move. She enjoyed it.
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Golden flecks
Short StorySo if the predator becomes prey and the Hunter becomes hunted; but then the killer is killed and Enemies are friends. what's that supposed to mean. Golden Flecks is a wolf and The Man is a hunter yet is it true that they really become friends. They...
