Eyes In The Dark
The dog waited, watching, knowing one false move might plunge him into danger. He didn’t growl, or bark, or move, or bare his teeth. The wolf stared at him from the darkness of the trees, like a primeval devil, its eyes alive with the intensity of here, now.
The eyes drew back into the darkness. The dog waited, not trusting itself, not yet. Its legs would shake if he tried to run. To bark would give away his fear. Stay still, stay alive. Keep hidden, if you can.