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DESPITE THE WOUND in his rear leg, the wolf ran at top speed, putting as much distance between himself and the humans and their guns as he could.
One of the humans pursued the wolf on foot for a couple of blocks. But, even wounded, and with his leg burning in intense flashes of white-hot light, the wolf ran much faster than a human.
Racing past block after block, the wolf kept running until the scent of the humans and their weapons were far behind.
He began to slow as he reached an area with plenty of bushes, trees and grass.
The steel, concrete and metal buildings still nearby, this wooded area was the first comforting thing the wolf found.
And he was so tired.
Dawn was approaching. Despite the effect of the lights in the city, the wolf could still detect the subtle change in the atmosphere that came with the hour immediately preceding daylight’s first gleaming.
The wolf knew what that meant.
He needed to find a safe spot to lie down.
He would sleep, a long, fitful sleep.
And he would recover and heal while he slept.
To wake once more, upon the rise of the moon, to prowl this concrete, metal, and glass island he called home.