Creative Writing: The Joys Of Wolves

Buster shot his head up with a loud snort, shifting from hoof to hoof, spooked by the call of a predator. "Calm down, Buster. Easy there," Aerith cooed, grasping onto the rein and tugged, gesturing him to lower his head while stroking his neck. When Buster had calmed down significantly, more howls joined the first one, each sounding closer and louder than the last. If that chorus of cries is the cue to leave the area, Aerith didn't need to be told twice.
"We got to go." With haste, the brunette mounted Buster and urged him to a trot then into a fast canter. The flower pots shook and clanked loudly in the rattling cart. Just then, she heard it. A distance away from her, among the dark bark of the trees, the howling of the wolves echoed through the chill of the night, and the sound of leaves crunching and twigs breaking under their heavy paws. …show more content…
She can't turn back but with night fallen, continuing on through the woods was risky too. There might be more obstacles ahead and they won't have time to remove them with a pack of wolves at their heels.
She heard growls and instinctively looked over her shoulder. She could see them now, emerging from the shadow of the trees and onto the rundown path, chasing after them with mouth back in a snarl, revealing their sharp teeth and hunger-filled eyes. Aerith yelped as a wolf suddenly leaped out from the raised land beside the path, aiming for the cart. Luckily, it missed them by a foot and crashed onto the dirt, but it soon got up to its feet and rejoined the chase with its pack.
"Faster, Buster!" She commanded the horse into a gallop, the cart shook heavily on the uneven ground and Aerith could hear the flower pots within toppled over. She was sure some of them had cracked, but that wasn't something to be concerned about at the