Survival of the Fittest
Mark sat with his back against a tree, matching the stares of the shining eyes glaring at him from outside the fire. The growls came and went, but he never let his gaze waver.
After four days, the only food he had left was the wolf that had dared enter the firelight to attack him the night before. It had taken his final bullet, but it would keep him alive for another couple of days.
A wolf edged into the firelight and snarled.
“You want me? Come and get me!” Mark yelled and threw a rock, striking the wolf’s nose.