She held her hands in front of her, and waved them slowly. Did she think wolves knew sign language? He understood her gestures, but decided to ignore them. The animal got closer, Lennon turned and ran, but her pace was laughable, and he galloped after her not even breaking a pant. He let her get a head start, but he would bring her down soon enough. Lennon tripped, her ankle lodging between a sharp rock and tree stump. She was trapped, like an animal in a snare. The huge, dark wolf crept towards her, its hackles raised, its teeth bared. His eyes glowed sizing up his prize. Lennon picked up a loose stone and heaved it at his face. The rock hit its mark, and the beast yelped instinctively responding with a vicious growl. Lennon shut her eyes, pure terror ripped through every fiber that made up her being. And then she opened her mouth and began to scream. Soon everything went black.
