Moon Stalked
The branch snapped beneath my feet. The wolf pelt that had been loosely wrapped around my neck billowed out as I fell.
Grab my escaping pelt or scrabble for a handhold?
I hit the ground on my back, air knocked out of my lungs but pelt cradled to my chest. For one long moment, all I could do was lie there and listen to the night.
At first, the signs were good. Crickets chirped. A car honked in the distance.
Then night critters fell silent. Closer than should have been possible, a canine growled.
I winced. A full day of scouting and we’d missed a guard dog. How was that even possible?
While I struggled to pull myself together, the timbre of the growl deepened. Footsteps padded closer.
Soon the dog would see me and bark a warning to its owners. Lights would flicker on in
