Thick, black paws hit the hard ground as the massive wolf barreled through the forest. The sounds of gunshots could be heard close behind. The hunters were close, and they had spotted him. He picked up his speed as he neared a lake that he had visited many times before at leisure. This was not one of those times. He ran past the lake and started to descend the rocky cliff that was only a few feet away from its shore. He had never crossed the invisible border that the cliff served as, but he had no other choice. He could make it to the top in time. Once he got over this cliff he could get away from them. As he scrambled over the rocks, the wolf felt a sharp sting hit the place where his shoulder and front leg connected. A sharp cry of pain sounded, but the wolf was only more determined to get to the top. As he began to near the very top of the cliff, another shot pierced his thick skin, but this time it sent him plummeting to the earth. The wolf landed with a loud yelp on the ground and was instantly swarmed by the angry faces of the hunters that were going to kill him