Forty-Nine

It's more than clear that this isn't the first time he's been hunted. I break the row to find that his heat signature has gone up in smoke and with the thick morning fog his scent is almost non-existent. He forgot one little detail, which is nuts because it's the little detail that had brought us to this point. 

I lower my body to the ground listening to my surroundings. The morning is silent it's almost peaceful. All except for the erratic thump of the wolf trying to take deep breaths to calm the fear turned excitement. It's hard to pinpoint because mine sounds exactly the same. I crawl over to the edge of the row to find it clear. I roll under the orange tree and take a deep breath. Slowly I make my way toward the direction the heartbeat is coming from.

He's actually doing an amazing job at trying to calm himself. I smile when the sound of him shifting back into his skin meets my ears. The sound of his feet pressing down into the soft damp dirt is in the next