Cyotes

August 11, 1804

There I stood, quiet as a mouse, trying not to attract attention to myself. This pack of coyotes did not look as much of a threat but there was no way I could handle all of them. I silently watched these ravenous creatures feed off our day old scraps. I figured that if I tried to turn and sprint back to camp, that i would be no match for there Superior agility and speed, so I decided to stand my ground so i would look like a much more serious threat.