A
Cold Night's Tale
You
trudge through the icy sheets of rain that chills you to the bone.
Your boots trudge through the mud that sticks to your soaked clothes.
The thin forest trail you transverse leads you to a small farm within
the forest. With nowhere to go, you decide that the barn would
provide the best shelter.  As you approach the barn
with faded red paint, the wind pushes against its wooden frame making
the entire barn groan. The thought of sleeping in such a wretched
building mad

On
Top Of The Food Chain
It
was a late afternoon as a feral wolf padded along in a forest. The
sun was waning in the sky signaling the start of his lone hunt. He
could pick up a lone scent of his soon to be prey. His keen sense of
smell alerted him to the scent of a deer. His slender yet muscular
form kept close to the ground making as little noise as possible as
he got into position behind a cluster of trees. The wolf waited to
pounce the unsuspecting prey as the scent approached him closer and

THUMP!
You feel yourself crash against the cold, moist grass on your back as
you were flipped over by the massive deer. Only a fool such as you
would think of making a meal out of the majestic creature. The stars
of the quickly approaching night sky began to shine down upon the
spectacle that you were now a part of. A dream that would become a
night mare. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and get ready
to respond. You only manage to prop yourself on your elbows before a
massive hoof pus