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If he got home.

So far, he’d seen a couple of different birds, a bunch of red squirrels, a deer, and that was even from afar, some sheep, and other small animals he couldn’t name. But this,thiswas a whole other level.

For a moment the wolf looked like it was about to turn around and leave, but then it froze and seemed to sniff the air, before letting out what Axel could only describe as a howling, barking like sound.

If there was a level past frozen, that was what he was when he heard that sound. The shivers skittering up his spine told him he was five seconds away from a full on freak out. Fuck on a biscuit.

Cheese on toast.

Axel tried loosening the handles of his rucksack, or camping pack, or whatever it was called. If he could get it off, then maybe he had a chance. He could run faster… he hoped anyway.

He was a good runner,on the treadmill…

But, none of that would matter, because he couldn’t get the pack off. His fear had him all thumbs.

Why didn't he watch the Wildlife Channel more?

Because, the more he tried to pull up the answer to the question of how to deal with wolves, the blanker he became. None of his TV shows or films showed how to act when you ran into a wolf.

If only he had a vampire around, he thought hysterically.

Maybe stop watching the Vampire Diaries and you’d have more knowledge on shit that matters.

Well, there was the whole silver bullet thing, but that was werewolves. Shit, he was losing his mind if he thought fanfic and bad B movies were the way to go.

Okay, if it was a bear you made yourself bigger, or was it play dead?

Bugger, he didn't even know that.

Although if his only means of survival was making himself bigger, then he was going to die. Out of all his siblings, he was the shortest, not that any of them were giants. But still, Axel didn't see how his just above average height would scare an animal that looked like it stood as tall as him, and that wasn't taking into account when… if it stood on its hind legs.

He didn't know what to do next, and he felt the sweat slide down his spine, and on his upper lip. How could he be sweating when it was bloody cold?

He was pretty sure it was sweat since it seemed to have stopped raining.

Wait, it'd stopped raining? When the fuck did that happen?

Maybe he had a chance of getting away, if he got rid of the pack, and managed not to fall... oh, who was he kidding? There was no way he could make it back to his car, or even the other campground before the big ass animal caught up to him.

If he did a runner would it chase?

"Bugger," he cursed. Maybe he could wait out the animal, but that was when he realised he couldn't stand still for much longer. His pack was heavy, he was soaked through freezing his balls off, and needed to piss.

His tummy made a sound. Oh yeah, and apparently he was also hungry.

Well, you better hope the wolf isn’t hungry too.

A wolf, honestly, what were the flippin’ odds?

Axel didn't take his eyes off the wolf, hoping his show of dominance, or whatever, would scare the creature away. Wolves were like dogs, right? You just couldn't show them you were scared.

More than ever, his room in the house which he shared with his sibling, and Mum called to him. Why hadn't he stayed home, and eaten way too much Ben and Jerry's and Dominos as usual?

The wolf seemed to sniff the air, and the more it sniffed, the closer it came. Fuck, could he smell the ham in Axel's pack? Did he have ham? He couldn't even remember what the fuck kind of food he'd packed.

“Nice wolfie. I'll give you my food. Please, don't kill me.”

The wolf paused, it's head tilting to the side like it understood what Axel was saying.