Born Free

The young wolf was itching to get out, and explore. Him and siblings were old enough now to wander around the territory near the den of their birth, and nothing excited him more. When he was released, he shot out like a bullet, letting a whoop of joy escape him as his little paws tore up the earth beneath him.

He nudged past the door of the barn, and this his eyes found the corn swaying in the wind, their husks whispering like little voices across the range. He dove into the cornfield, vanishing immediately from view, his tiny body completely concealed by the larger objects.

This was the best day of his life. There was so much to explore, and so little time in a day to do it. He bounded on his back paws, trying to give himself the leverage to reach up and pluck down a corn. Instead, he fell into its stork, and it fell sideways, and tumbled him forward. He shook himself off, and reached over to grab the now fallen thing. The husk crunched in his teeth, and the bitter taste of the corn was far from pleasant. He spat out his mouthful, and then he was running again, frolicking in the vegitation.