The wolf and the wild cat

Ones upon a time there was a huge forest noone could get in.

The big wolf was hunting there, running through the trees and knowing every turn.

His victims smelled and walked in a certain way, he could feel them before seeing, and that is why he was so successful.

Noone could avoid his dance, around the plants he grew in between, and which surrounded him, there he was creating a kingdom which noone else could own.

The sun was getting on his black back, while he was chilling after long day, and there was always a wild cat, his hunting fellow, sitting next to wolf´s big head and waiting for the next hunt.

Wolf eats- I eat.

That was cats philosophy.

Thats how their days went.

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