[ WP ] `` The tree looked like it was made of wolves . ''

The tree looked like it was made of wolves. Probably because it was. As I watched the animals began to stalk forward sniffing the air. They could smell me, smell the fear emanating off of me. 
 
 One by one they stepped closer, forming the perfect triangle. The alpha of the pack at its head. He would determine my fate. He pawed over to me and stared me straight in the eyes before raising a paw. 
 
 I closed my eyes, my heart thumping far too loudly in my chest. I waited for the strike to come. When it did n't I opened my eyes and rose to my feet. I was the alpha now. I whistled and the wolves dispersed back into the darkness, ready to be called back to me at a seconds notice.
