Pyro,a black and red male wolf with yellow, piercing eyes crept quietly through the thick bush that surrounded the small farm below. Licking his chops, he gazed longingly at the enclosed pen that held about fifty fluffy, juicy sheep. As the evening shadows crept slowly around him, Pyro couldn’t wait any longer. Padding cautiously down the sloping hill to the farm below, he slipped in and out of the shadows, traveling ever closer to the sheep pen ahead.

Suddenly, a soft, golden light appeared from the back door of the farm, a long, gray shadow appeared from the doorway; Pyro hid quickly in the shadows of the barn to his right. A human male with black hair and tan skin was letting his dog out to patrol the farm. Cursing softly, Pyro backed up quietly until he went around the corner of the barn, he was at the entrance. Yellow eyes never leaving the black and brown dog that began to make its rounds, Pyro barked softly, making the dog whip its head around and suspiciously glance around, back and forth, until he saw Pyro’s shining yellow orbs taunting him from the shadows. Growling, the dog rushed forward, head held a bit too high, and leaped at Pyro, jaws open, revealing an impressive row of white, sharp fangs. Pyro sidestepped easily, making the dog fall in a disorganized heap. Leaping lightly on the dog’s back, Pyro grabbed it by the scruff and with a mighty swing, let the surprised dog go flying backwards in the air, crashing into a pile of boxes, and then lying in a stunned heap on the warm earth below; the light in the window of the farm came on yet again.

Cursing himself for being so stupid, Pyro quickly ran forward and with a short leap, landed in the sheep pen. It only shortook but a second, but a dead sheep was hanging limply from Pyro’s jaws. As Pyro leaped back over the pen of now frightened sheep, a bullet went whizzing over his head with a loud bang. The Man was wielding a double barreled shotgun, and was pointing it directly at Pyro! Twisting around sharply, Pyro ran pell-mell away from the farm and the Man, who was blasting out bullets like a machine gun, fortunately, none of the bullets hit their fleeing target. Racing up the slope to the forest below, the dirt under Pyro suddenly crumbled away, making him skid heavily down the slope by a few feet; the Man was running swiftly toward, cocking the shotgun as he neared the slope. Pyro scrabbled desperately up the steep slope, and managed, without further incident, to get his front legs firmly secured on the flat earth below, which led off into the forest. Flinging the sheep into the bushes, Pyro dug his back hind legs into the ground, trying to lever himself up. The Man skidded to a halt at the beginning of the slope, took aim,