Hunter

I was bored. Sometimes i don't think much when i write. This is a short one, a really short and simple one.


A wolf was running through the forest. It sped past the hunter at lightning speed. For a moment, the hunter was dazed. Then, he raised his gun and aimed. The first shot missed, and the wolf continued running, trying its best to escape from the hunter. The hunter sprinted to another location, where he could easily spot the wolf. The hunter raised his gun again. He waited. There was no movement. He waited some more. Hunting was a game of patience. The bushes rustled, and the hunter aimed at it. He did not fire, for he didn’t know whether it was the wolf or not. He continued waiting. In less than a split second the wolf pounced out from the bush and hurried away from the hunter. The hunter kept calm. He aimed, and fired a shot. One bullet, straight through the pelt.

The wolf fell.