WOLF QUEST

Dead Friend

The stench of the slowly decaying wolf is strong..., so strong I am confused as to why I didn't smell it earlier.
It's eyes have been gorged out, all that is left are empty black sockets. It has also been skinned, and the dried blood has covered most of the wolfs skinned body. Flies are crawling all over the fallen wolf, going in and out of its mouth, eyes, ears and nose.
Its paws are bound together tightly by human made ropes. Some fur is still covering its paws. I notice its teeth have been removed, along with its claws..., and tail.
It has been shot.
More than once.
Actually, its been shot at least five times. Once in the head, once in the chest, twice in the stomach..., and once again from under its chin. 
Now that I'm studying it properly..., I notice it's only been shot four times. Because the bullet that has been shot through the wolfs head or chin, has drilled straight through its skull, flesh, and muscle, and out the other side.
I am completely disgusted.
I am utterly horrified.
I am extremely bothered.
Very weak at the stomach.
A dark rage boils deep in my soul.

I've now decided to make a vow..., a spirit vow. A vow only a wolf can make. A vow only death can break...
My vow is that death will come to ALL humans that run from me..., all humans that try to shoot me..., and all humans that I see as a threat.

And so far..., that would be all of them.