The wind howled through the frosted grove, as the hunters breath was muffled through the scarf that covered the majority of his face. It was right after dusk mid December a full moon broad in the dimly light grove. The piercing howls of a pack caused the quickened breath of the hunter to stumble and drop his rifle with a muffled hmmph. He hastily picked up the gun checking for damage and making sure the barrel is clean, his only salvation the 22 inch Bowie knife at his waist. The winds howled and the temperature was dropping rapidly the hunter was starting to really feel it, his fingers starting to numb. The hunter explored the frosted snow covered grove that was shielding him from the worst of the snow storm that appeared out of no where. The story wasn't going to let up any time soon so the hunter searched for anything that he could use for fire starters and kindling. He had struggles starting the fire but once he had it going it made a bunch of shadows along with the howls of the wolves and storm in the background it made for a really creepy site to stay. He eventually got ready for bed even though he had none of the essentials he should have except his knife an almost empty riffle and the fire that was slowly starting to die down from its raging inferno that it was not too long ago. A piercing howl shattered the stillness of the night as the fire was now just a tiny flame no more then a foot high, the temperature was dropping rapidly too fast for a natural storm. The hunter began to shiver violently as a stark white wolf, bigger then the average polar bear appeared out of the storm. The wolf was snarling at the man as he past the fire it froze as the temperature dropped so quickly it froze it. The hunter took aim with his rifle and fired one in the air hoping to scare the wolf off to no avail he decided to shoot the wolf, he aimed and fired but it was almost like the bullet froze solid and shattered against the pelt of the wolf causing no damage at all.
The wolf then snarled again in a gleeful way as he said "you are my pray " with a murderous intent in is gruffy voice. The hunter grabbed his 22" Bowie knife and he wasn't going down without a fight. The two clashed fang and claw versus steel, the hunter took out the left eye of the wolf but the wolf had the final laugh as he slayed the man with a clamp of his powerful jaws on the hunters neck
