Hunters instinctsA Chapter by HowlsongA small crack of a twig breaks the silence, ears alert, eyes seeking. The moss is soft, under my feet, silent steps and quiet breathing. Instinct prickles like static, my mind knows what to do. If you ever see a white pelt through the trees, hope to god my prey's not you!
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Added on November 1, 2013 Last Updated on November 5, 2013 Author
HowlsongCharters Towers, QLD, AustraliaAboutI'm a sort of lone wolf. Supposidly the only one in my town/ state. But it dosnt worry me too much anymore, my "human" friends are good enough for me, the best friends in the world, actually. Favor.. more..Writing
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