The Pack was obviously not hungry enough to take on a “ski-wheeling snack” like myself. They let me go, allowing me on my way. Very quickly I put my skis upon my feet and continue down the trail, not hesitating in the slightest lest the animals change their minds and decide to return.
Light snow continues falling. The burn in my legs no longer feels the pain of making fresh tracks. My brain and body run completely from adrenaline. The experience seems rather surreal and my nerves are frayed. I can’t say that I’ve ever been so close to the food chain, nor ever been on the wrong side of it, for that matter. I brush against the wild with a predator behind me and just a sliver away from immortality. Their eyes had me in their sights and they had numbers. I was in trouble, and the wolves knew this, and they let me live.
Eventually I came out of the woods, arriving at point B. Completing the line from point A to point B and finishing my journey. The inner-challenge has been fulfilled, until the next adventure, and the next chance to expand myself into the Wilderness. The primitive man in me has found an experience to sink his teeth into, defining himself just a bit more. Maybe, I’m not more of a man from this experience, but I feel like I am.
After returning from the woods, I find civilization much like when I left. Still remaining rather civilized. Managing everyday living amongst my own seems rather easy compared to defending oneself in the wild. There’s nothing like being on the Wrong Side of the Food Chain to teach new perspective in life. The Pack looked me in the eye today and they let me go. I certainly know that I’m lucky to be alive.
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