A Shadow Over The Hollow
A wolf stepped down from a moss-covered boulder, lowering its muzzle toward a small white kid tucked beneath the stone.
The young goat remained curled tightly against the earth, eyes fixed on the predator as it moved in closer.
Heavy paws pressed into the damp soil, closing the short distance between them.
An Unexpected Voice
A hiker emerged from between the tall pines, gripping a thick wooden walking stick in his right hand.
He stopped abruptly on the forest path, eyes widening as he registered the scene unfolding below the rock.
“Hey! Get out of here!” he shouted, stepping forward and brandishing the stick toward the ridge.
The sharp shout echoed through the trees, startling the predator immediately.
The wolf turned, scrambled up the mossy slope, and vanished into the foggy tree line.
Reaching Out
The man lowered his staff and exhaled, turning his attention to the crevice beneath the boulder.
He knelt on one knee beside the damp leaves, keeping his posture low and calm.
Slowly, he reached his open palm forward, allowing the young goat to catch his scent.
The small kid stretched its neck outward, pressing its wet nose gently against the man’s fingertips.
It nudged forward onto its front hooves, stepping carefully over the roots.
Reunion In The Mist
Light rustling broke through the undergrowth behind them as an adult goat walked down the incline.
The mother goat stepped calmly into the hollow and folded her legs beneath her, settling right beside the kid on the carpet of ferns.
The hiker stood back along the tree line, resting both hands on his walking stick with a quiet grin.
The small white kid pressed its cheek against the mother’s neck beneath the green canopy as sunlight filtered through the mist.
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