The Wolf That Didn’t Treat Me Like Prey
He stepped out of the tree line like the mountain had decided to stand up.
Silver-black fur layered over muscle.
Scars along one flank like he’d survived something that should’ve ended him.
He was bigger than any wolf I’d ever seen.
Big enough that my hands fumbled for bear spray without any real belief it would help.
His amber eyes passed over me.
Not hunting.
Not threatening.
Just… dismissing.
And then I realized something terrifying:
