Walking the back country one day I came
The cub was making slow circles as the wolves
They were playing with it before the kill.
I'm no hero. I know this about myself.
I ran at the nearest wolf and fell on its back.
I stood with its neck in my hands, broke
They did not remember the bear. It was
They charged. I bit and stomped. They
After it was over, after I was inside the wolves,