I slammed my eyes shut and awaited for my impending doom. Heavy, leaden fear piled up in my belly, a horrible, clutching tension that left the coppery flavor of blood on my tongue. Fear of the creatures in the darkness around me, fear of death, fair of pain and suffering.

But nothing happened.

I heard nothing but the frantic pounding of my heart. I felt nothing but the cold hard rock face against my back. I saw nothing but darkness behind my closed eyelids. It was as if they just took off and went.

Slowly and cautiously, I opened one eye slightly.

Only to find all twelve wolves still standing in front of me unwavering. All of them still had their huge eyes trained on me. All but one. The black wolf I saw the last time I encountered wolves. Curiously, it was staring directly above me. Tilting my head slightly and slowly, I glanced at the top of the cliff. My eyes flew open in shock. The boy, Sehun, was hanging upside down on a vine and staring directly at me. He released his grip on the vine and landed with a soft thud on his fours right in front of me. I wanted to back away but my back was against the huge cliff face, leaving me no way out. Strangely though, it was out of surprise and not fear. His face just inches away, he began sniffing me. My hand, my hair, my chest, the exact same way the big silver wolf did.

Weird.

Why was he acting like that? Like a wolf.

He then proceeded to jab one finger into my chest.

Hard.

Naturally, I flinched.

And that set off an entire chain of reaction.

His eyes widened in shock as he scrambled back to the black wolf and climbed on its back. Now all twelve wolves was growling and snarling at me. They formed a defensive circle around the black wolf and Sehun, crouching down on their hunches and baring their teeth viciously. Twelve pairs of wolf eyes fixed on me. Twelve sets of razor sharp teeth aimed at me. Not exactly a situation I would wish on my worst enemy. The hair started to tinge along the back of my neck as I sat as still as I could, afraid to move or even breath.

Then the silver wolf reared its head upwards.

"Ou.. ooo... who.. oh... oll!!" Came its definitive and masterful cry.

Its deafening resound sent a feeling of sheer terror so palpable that I could only stare. It exerted such a powerful influence on my human imagination that it took my stare and turned it back on me. Sometimes dangers were so spectacular and so much beyond normal experience that the mind refused to accept them as real, and simply watched the approach of doom without any sense of apprehension. This was the perfect example. My mind could no longer comprehend the situation that it just went into shut down mode.

And then, a miracle happened.

The other wolves began to retreat back into the woods, their eyes never leaving me once as they slowly walked backwards into the cover of the trees. The silver furred remained in front of me, his head held high as he waited for his pack to move to safety before pacing off calmly and dignified.

It took a solid ten minutes before I could breathe normally again. And another two hours before my legs had the strength to make my way back to the fence.

Did I regret what I did today? No. Never. It was the coolest thing that had ever happened to my dull grey life.

But was I scared less? A definite yes. Who wouldn’t be, in the face of twelve ferocious killers of nature?

So would I do it again?

Yes.