Full Moon (The story Part VII) Long time he was round in the woods, each animal was afraid of his anger and his teeth. Irascible - really blind rage - he made on all hunting - to everything and everyone. Nesttor was despised and rejected, alone his aura made the animals tremble, like an icy wind - as death - alone - so he went his way. Some point he came to the edge of the forest - a memory flashed in his mind - a smell - the smell of blood and pain. The smell of the arrow! He could see the tents and took on the weather. There they were - his opponents - his hunters! In the thicket Nesttor awaited the darkness - on his time - for revenge. As it darkened he slipped on. Slow - no noise - no hurry. Attention and yet excited. The first tent the second - a third. In the circle of tepees was a fire and there was a guard - his chance! Crouching - yet cautious - he slipped on - separated him only a few feet - finally a victim - a dead enemy! But he was not attentive enough - something he had not thought of! Wind! Really just a breath - He blew his scent to the Horses! Alert! The guard woke up - instantly he had a torch - Fire! Nesttor panic turned around and ran - madder than before! He ran back to the forest. To be continued? Hi - my friends! How I would like to tell you that I feel good! LOL I am fascinated - such a sympathy - of my wolf - in me. I could write novels alone out of gratitude for your comments ... Have fun I wish you well this time - and as always, 'Give me feedback! Shall I tell you something? .... Hey - you rock! The lonely wolf Think I will continue. LOL If you are brave always right! I like you!