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You jump up and hurry in the direction of the wolves. Their howls grow louder and you approach the top of the ridge, and when you break through the trees, you see a terrifying sight. Ben is on the ground, and around him are circling not one but four wolves. If you only had a weapon! But the only weapon available is Ben's knife, shimmering uselessly in the moonlight beside him. You must do something right away! you tell yourself. Your hand goes to the camera hanging about you neck. You creep in as close as you dare. One of the wolves senses your presence and turns. Now! You push the shutter and the flash glares into the night. The wolf backs away. Again and again and again you push the shutter as the flashcube spins around in its socket. With a howl one wolf runs for the woods. Another follows and another until the pack is gone. Quickly you run to Ben. "I caught my foot on a root. Twisted my ankle," he gasps. "They moved in like lightning." He reaches for your hand and then backs away from the camera, which is swinging from around your neck. "It won't hurt you," you assure him, helping him up.



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