Five-Sentence Fiction: The Lone Wolf
This week’s prompt from Lillie McFerrin is WILD. Bang your head if you recognize the direwolf below and the song I’ve alluded to!
Game was hard to come by as a lone wolf, but Steppen thought it was a small price to pay for freedom.
Without a master with whom the first kill was shared, or bitches whose young needed feeding, the lone wolf swept wildly through the forest, owning the night and knowing no bounds.
As he gorged on his latest kill his ears flicked to the side, sensing another organized pack coming for his surrender.
Steppen was ready for the challenge; he licked his sharp teeth clean and howled in defiance for the dance to come to him.
He was nothing if he wasn’t born to be wild.
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