08-15-2009, 05:41 AM
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Because of the heavy downpour, the approaching creature did not smell immediately of wolf. It was an odd thing, almost like a walking tree because trees were tall and wolves were not. Odd, very odd. Woof woof sounds came out of its mouth, and finally Cow was starting to feel alarmed, because it had a snout and tail and said bark bark and such things. The animal was heavy, and it was an effort to get up on those thing legs when its body was insanely huge compared to those four feet. In addition, the great mammal’s coat was close to half of its actual weight because Cow was completely soaked. An unhappy little grunt escaped the large, brown thing. Before the highland cow had figured out exactly how this new wolf problem was to be handled, it had stuck out a white and clawed part of itself and patted its head. This confused the critter more than anything else had ever confused it. Was this how it felt like to be attacked by wolf and die? It was,, pleasant. Cow would happily be a meal if this was how death was introduced. The large bull rolled over on its side very suddenly, kicking a bit with its hooves and mooing brainlessly, believing it was dying or something.