Shirley's POV
The wolf's body was a sleek, muscular machine, honed from years of hunting and surviving in the harsh wilderness.
Its fur was a thick, luxurious coat of gray and white, with subtle shades of black and brown that seemed to shift and shimmer in the light.
Its eyes were a piercing yellow, with a sharp, intelligent glint that seemed to bore into my soul.
The wolf's ears were triangular and alert, perked up and listening for the slightest sound.
Its teeth were sharp and white, gleaming in the sunlight like a row of razor-sharp knives.
Its jaws were powerful, capable of crushing the bones of its prey with a single, swift bite.
It was suddenly running at me, flying from such a height to where I was. It wasn't Larry.
"Listen when he says stay back! "It's for your safety" t
