The Kootenai Project Chapter 1 – Predator and Prey

The wrestling slurping sound floated up the ravine as the creature fed by the small creek.  The hunter’s blood boiled.   It was the fucking wolves again.   Probably eating a calf elk.   He’d fix this one.   

The creature moved, obscured by the brush and trees at the edge of the creek.   He could only see the top of the creature’s back.   It was the biggest fucking wolf he’d ever seen and the sound of it eating was louder than anything he had ever heard in the wild.   

His stomach started to turn.   He waited to get a shot as the beast continued to feed.  Long minutes passed, nothing.   The breeze was blowing right at the hunter and the smell was rancid liking burning bile, unlike anything he had smelled before.   

This was going to be one hell of a story.   Third wolf of the season already and the biggest one he’d ever seen.   He couldn’t wait to get back to the Mint bar with this monster in the back of his truck.   Mostly, he couldn’t wait to get away from the smell and the sounds of it feeding.   

Frustration and anger crept in as he waited for the shot.  The creature was black as night.   Not a hint of lighter color in its coat, just pure absence of light.   He was going to take a shot, even if he didn’t have a clear kill shot.   He had to do something.   

The breeze shifted carrying the hunter’s scent down the ravine.   The creature stood to its full height, bigger than a grizzly bear, and turned to look at the hunter.   Huge black eyes reflected like a mirror when they locked with its prey.   It was no wolf, it was…. 

A stray shot rang high into the air and before the hunter’s scream could echo through the valley it was over.  

Published by Mati Bishop

406 Paddles founder, artist and ambassador.

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