She was unaware she was being watched. Like a pup, she rolled in the sweet meadow grass. She lazily raised her paw to swipe at a butterfly. Summer was warmth. The scent of the high pine forest. Time to play.
There was a slight shift in the wind. She was immediately alert. “Man”
Her eyes swept the edges of the meadow. She need to find her escape.
A noise. A blinding flash of light.
Back at camp, Jill reviewed the photographs she took that day. The portrait of the wolf was stunning.
For a few seconds, she was able to capture the wild beauty, and the spirit. The intense eyes stared into her soul.
Unfortunate that her small body shift caused the sun-glint off her scope for less than 2 seconds. By then, the wolf had faded into the forest.
My first contribution to Mondays Finish the Story.