I had only put the dogs out fifteen minutes ago. Yes, it was freezing out there, but that had never bothered them before. They may dance with the cold on their paws for a moment, but I’d be damned if I was letting them in before they did their business. And as I waited, hearing their feet trample around on the icy deck, it was the perfect moment to suck down a couple gulps of scalding tea.
All went quiet and my heart dropped. The dogs were never quiet. Even when they were in one spot they wrestled and groaned and acted like fools. I set my mug down with unnecessary force, wrapping my sweater around tighter, and slipping on my boots. The moment I opened the door I was nearly knocked from my feet as they rushed inside, tails tucked between their legs, whimpering in cowardly whistles. Rolling my eyes I stepped out into the bite of the the night.
Squinting as my eyes adjusted to the light reflected off the snow, I tried to make out a shape at the property line. As my pupils dilated accordingly, the glowing retina of a beast stared back at me. He was larger than the hounds, immediately defined as a wolf in my mind. I knew they were becoming prominent in the area, but this didn’t match the description. This “wolf” was bordering the size of a bear, and the color and shape were wrong. There was a bronze brindled in with the grey of the fur, and patchy fades of white that drew an idea of age. The color in itself screamed “coyote”, as well as the shorter, pointed nose and larger ears, but nothing added up in my mind. Occasionally one of the coywolves would make its way through, but this was just too large.
The illuminated eyes stared into my own and fear twisted at my gut. This was so wrong. There was no animal that would just stand there, assessing, waiting—for what? Warmth flooded to my fingertips with adrenaline. I stooped, keeping my eyes locked, grabbing a split of wood from the rack by the door. With every ounce of energy in my right arm, I threw it at the beast. The distance was too great and it fell short, but the split was large enough where it should have spooked the animal.
The eyes never left my mine. They stared into my own for innumerable seconds, punctuated only by the twitch of a tail. Finally, after what felt like a century, the animal turned and walked away on its own premise. I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had held, grateful for the oxygen returning to my bloodstream.
Evening next, I had done my best to forget about the trespassing and let the dogs out as usual. When they quieted for the second night in a row, anger flushed through me and I stomped to the porch, bracing myself for the dog’s forceful entrance. My vision adjusted quicker this evening, but my boots froze to the wood when the sight registered in my mind. Instead of the one, there were now three of the beasts, watching patiently, breaths puffing steam into the night air, gazes fixing me to my spot.
Once again I reached down and drew back, throwing a split with oomph, and more desperation to make contact. No surprises, it fell short. The beasts continued to watch me as I refused to back down. Moments later, with the twitching of tails, they turned on their haunches and vanished into the wood.
On the third night, when the dogs fell quiet again, fury rose anew. I stormed out the door, raising my fist in the air in anger. “What the fuck do you wa—“ My words halted.
Instead of the one or the three, there were now at least ten to twelve of the creatures, all standing, watching me. With one hand I threw a split, and with the other I grabbed the splitting maul that was leaning against the rack. Heaving with both arms, I threw it as far as I could, certain this time it would make contact. My heart sunk as it landed feet in front of the beast that had visited the night before.
I expected them to watch for a few moments yet, and then take their leave, but this time they held their ground. The eldest, with the white patches through his coat moved first. He sat back on his haunches, walking his front paws in front of him so that he lay, nose pointing the porch where I stood. One by one, the pack followed. That was when I heard the most terrifying sound of my entire life. In synchronization, the pack opened their mouths and let loose the hunting yelps I knew were of the coyote. So many of them, ringing out together in the night, so close, clawed at my ears.
I brought my hands up to cover the noise, but the pain was too much and my knees buckled beneath me. I screwed up my face to keep my eyes open, and panic flushed through my nerve endings as I realized I couldn’t move. Between the beasts and myself a cloud of snow was whirling, the maul I had so indecorously thrown was floating within it.
The Alpha let loose one last yelp, cutting off the others, and followed it with a low growl. As his snarl penetrated the night, I registered the cloud of snow rushing toward me and I knew that this was it. The night was over, and this was what they were waiting for. A thousand questions rose in my mind as I tossed my hands in the air, still on my knees, paralyzed by fear and bitter cold.
The enveloping cold and the smash of the maul against my skull was all I knew as the night went black.
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