Country Life, by Richard Williamson January 12
The wolves were two metres away from me, in the moonlight, a pack of about seven or eight of them. They were quite silent, although I could hear their breath, and the faintest rustle of their paws on the frozen ground as they gathered around.
It was a bright, full moon all right, but it was uncanny how their silver grey coats hid them in tits confusing, unreal light.
One second there was an arsenal of open mouths, white-glinting with teeth like small sharks, the next second their kaleidoscope changed and showed long tails, pricked ears going away, a formless presence with only black moon shadows to show how they were turnign once again to face me.
For full feature see West Sussex Gazette January 12