Úlfa woke with a start. Her sixth sense was telling her something was wrong. Ears pricked and her entire body tense, the young she-wolf held her breath and listened carefully to the forest sounds around her, ready to spring to her paws at the slightest noise.
BANG!
The sound of the rifle made her almost jump out of her skin. Quickly Úlfa recovered herself and bolted to her feet, just as another bullet ripped through the air and barely missed her ear. Humans! she found herself thinking with panic as she sped away from the dangerous predator. Conan had warned her not to stray so far from the pack, yet she hadn't listened. The trees became a blur as the young wolf ran for her life, aware that the human hunter must be following her.
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Jake too had heard the shotgun. "David must have found one." he said incredulously. He put down the cloth he had been using to polish his own rifle and quickly grabbed his hunter's cap. It had been a long time since the British had found any sign of a wolf pack in the mountainous region of Belfast, even though it had been almost a month since the soldiers had been deployed there to exterminate the native wolf population. It's because of those bloody Irish barbarians, the young teenager thought spitefully as he ran toward the source of the noise. This was half true, since the indigenous Irish people that lived on these hills were getting impatient at these cocky British intruders. Some even threatened open rebellion. But of course none dared to actually disobey a direct order from the powerful Queen of England, so they remained crude and discourteous toward the arrivals.