An original story by Sarah Xuejiao Zhang
For Ms. Taylor's English 8th Honors Class (5th Block)
A man sat silently, next to his camp in a forest. He sat there motionless, staring in front of him. He had a camera gripped in his hands. He didn't move, eat, or drink. He had one thing in mind, which was the thing that he was here for, to take a photograph of a wolf.
Hours ticked by, but they resembled centuries to the man. His unflagging enthusiasm waned. His stomach growled, his throat wailed for water, but the guy ignored it. He scraped the soil, he picked at the wood, but nothing, nothing can delay his sleepiness. "Just five more minutes," he muttered to himself, "Just five more minutes."
Just five more minutes... Just five more minutes...
He tried this again and again, but eventually, his head urged him to close his eyes and let today slip from his memory. He soon declared defeat, swearing while trudging towards his camp. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it, a silhouette at the crest of the woods. He halted, pulse racing. The figure soon advanced into the moonlight, and his jaw dropped in astonishment. A glistering, silver animal. The she-wolf's fur was as white as snow. Her coat, though charming and elegant, hid deep battle scars. Her eyes were a pearlescent blue. The wolf and the man locked eyes, studying one another for several minutes.
The she-wolf then broke away, walking back down the path that she came from. The man, though, did not move. He continued to look until the she-wolf was fully withdrawn from his sight. After a long time, the man was still standing at the exact same spot, still paralyzed by the sight.
Soon after from the distance, he heard a protracted, deep howl. Then one by one, the howls of other unseen wolves interlaced in a complex choir. Their hymn, was one song, contained no words, and yet seemed to contain all of them. The man soon realized that he did not take the photo he had come for. But when he thought about it, he didn’t need it after all.