Path of the Wolf

Picturesque to say the least, I had never laid eyes on such a beautiful beast, gaze cutting me down to size as it stared at me with those saline eyes. Streams of steam thru nostrils blow, paw prints glisten in the snow, head erect nose to the breeze, shadow fades into cedar trees. Process of nature predator and prey, the drama unfolds as in a play, I follow the footsteps in the snow…the path of the wolf is the way I must go.