Sequoia Coast Let's Burn All The Bridges

Death didn't come as simple as a simple "Welp, I've given up all hope, my time's right now." Life wasn't easy like that, he supposed, and it seemed that he was deemed to just lay there and suffer. It felt weird, impatiently waiting for death, and worried that some bird would decide to peck out his eyes first. The fear got more and more real as he saw shadows of birds from above, he could hear him, almost laughing at him. Cats weren't supposed to fall out of trees, and yet there he was, laying on the ground like some sort of fool.

He closed his eyes and hoped that the birds would go away. Eventually they did, but only upon the entrance of something larger and possibly scarier. Frank didn't know much how wolves worked, they were strange creatures that made weird noises, and so Deirdre's whine might as well had been a snarl to him. He flinched away from the girl, his black eyes wide with fear as the large, threatening creature spoke. His jaw hung open, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.

Here to help, it said! He could have laughed if he wasn't so terrified. Frank rolled himself over, giving the wolf easy access to his belly and throat. Make it quick, make it quick, make it quick, please make it quick, the words echoed loudly in his mind.

Because what would a wolf be if it wasn't just coming up to make him into a tasty meal?