Survival of the fittest

The grey wolf growled low in his throat but made no move to attack, which suited Attus just fine. Attus lowered himself down onto the ground, putting a careful hand out.

"It is alright. My friends are just worried about their pack leader."

"Do you have friends who will protect you?" asked Attus. My mind flashed through the images of wolves running after me and the thought that perhaps there were other packs nearby made me feel a little sick.

The wolf snorted and shook his head, "I don't need protection, I am the protector. But I understand your concern. There are other packs in these woods, and some of them can be quite territorial. It's survival of the fittest out here, you know."

Attus nodded, understanding the concept all too well. In the world of nature, only the strongest and most adaptable survive. It was a harsh reality, but one that Attus had learned to accept during his time in the wild.

The wolf continued to eye Attus warily, but didn't make any aggressive moves. Attus too