Made with Kleki ----------------- Late at night, Pip sprinted away leaving a cloud of dust, as he ran on the forest's ferny floor. He kept looking over his shoulder too see if he was being followed. After a while he stopped in an open meadow, puffing out in the cold winter air, as his heart hammered. How had things gone so wrong? One moment he was lounging on the sandy bank of his den, then, suddenly he heard howling all around the camp and before he could even move a paw, one of the invaders launched themselves at him. Barely dodging what would have been a fatal blow, he ran into the thicket. Now he lay down in the meadow, exhausted. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a shadow loomed over him. As Pip turned around, he saw a wolf, three times his size, licking his lips, and ready to strike.
