The Story of the Wolf

The story of the wolf

This tale is about a Wolf. Not just any ordinary wolf though. A gigantic, petrifying wolf whose eyes were deep and his blood-covered teeth were razor sharp. He eats whoever and whatever his eyes meet! I would be careful if I were you. Who knows where he is right now and who his next victim is.

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It all started in a deep dark wood. In the daytime, the people of Kilting Village were known to go around the wood or run away. At night, it was known to be haunted. You might think that there is no such thing as a ‘haunted’ wood, but if you were there then you would be rethinking your idea. The wood was on top of Kilting mountain. Kilting village was just by the foot of this mountain. In the woods, there was a creature. A gigantic petrifying creature whose eyes were deep and his teeth were razor sharp. Sound familiar? You are correct - these features belong to The Great Wolf Of Hollow Wood.

One night, when the moon was full and shadows lurked about. It was very quiet at Kilting Village. Only very few street lamps were lit. And only very few creatures were about. One of these creatures was The Great Wolf Of Hollow Wood. His rough fur stuck out like a porcupine and his eyes were the deepest green. Green, greener than green, greener than the greenest green. In short, they were green. Along with his dark grey complexion, this creature was known throughout the world!! His teeth stuck out like fangs and glistened in the moonlight. They had blood stains dripping from the teeth’s points from his meal before. A nice juicy rabbit was his afternoon tea. The poor thing had no chance from this MONSTER WOLF!!

Today was like no different for the wolf. It was a full moon so he did what he always does. You might think it’s a bit strange, but if you ever come across with this wolf I wouldn’t ask if I were you. As usual, he climbed up Kilting mountain and as usual, he made his way to his cave. So what was the strange thing about this regular procedure? Well, you’re about to find out…

As the wolf padded silently into his cave where all his belongings were, he knelt down on a soft patch of grass. Not very interesting, I know but then he did something strange. He howled a mournful howl and howled a mournful howl again. This howl echoed across the valley. Most babies in Kilting village began to cry. The Great Wolf Of Hollow Woods howled again but then he walked out of the cave and stalked down the hill. Fortunately, the wolf came down on the other side of the mountain and not towards the village. Kilting village is thankful for that. :)

The wolf´s eyes gleamed in the darkness as he continued to walk down the mountain. His claws made deep marks in the moist soil. When he finally reached the bottom of the mountain, he began to walk away from it; away from the village; away from his home…

Suddenly he came to halt. The wolf stopped in his regular route and sniffed the late midnight air. The wind roughly roared around him. His fur swung to and fro. Quite suddenly, he pounced forward into the bush. One leg in front of the other he sprinted. Slowly getting faster and faster. The wolf leapt over a moss-covered tree stump, still running running running. He bounded across the bush not taking a break to catch his breath. The trees that he passed were shaking as he sprinted around them. The wolf deft paws pushed off the ground and made a flying leap. He landed perfectly on his target. A young newborn fawn. It groaned to his watching mother. What could the mother do? Too late, the wolf had already picked up his prey and stalked off into the darkness. Patiently, he looked for an area to devour his midnight feast. He was already away from his territory and didn’t really feel, in the mood to have a nighttime war. He knew this territory´s owner very well. This creature was a tigress that had two hungry cubs. So the wolf was in stealth mode, silently carrying his prey cautiously through the forest. 

He stopped abruptly in his path. He had heard something. It sounded familiar -  like a big orange and black cat. He dropped his prey and circled himself. Sharply gazing at any likely hiding place. He was about to walk away when something punched on him. He smelt this creature. It was that tigress. Definitely HELP´S NEEDED!!

The wolf had a sworn enemy. It was a young tigress. Usually, he had to prepare for a battle. He did have fast reflexes but he was holding a young deer and he had to drop it. But by the time he had let go of his prey. The tigress had already dug her claws into the wolfs thick flesh. He let out a blood-curdling howl. The tiger paid no heed to the wolf´s pain. In fact, she just bit him harder. Then satisfied with her victory she stalked away, deep deep deep into the forest. The wolf was left to die already his famousness fading.