Wolf didn't back off. He just stood there holding the bow at full draw. His arms started to shake, and the palms of his hands were getting sweaty. A drop of sweat rolled down his brow into his eye, making him blink.
"Call off your wolf," ordered the trapper. "Or I'll shoot it."
Still Wolf didn't move or speak.
"Well it seems we have a decision to make. You put your bow down or I decide whether to shoot you or the wolf. I'd rather shoot the wolf. He's worth something. I can get a pretty penny for his hide."
Wolf needed no more prompting, he moved to make himself less of a target and let loose at the same time. He didn't count on stepping on a trap. The jaws slammed hard against his ankle and he fell to the ground, the arrow flew off useless, and he screamed.
He tried to stop screaming
