LARGE BUNCHES of black dirt fly upwards, leaving large paw-prints in their wake. A flash of white barrels through the woods, and the tall trees set unwavering in their stance. The flash halts abruptly behind a massive Oak, and puffs.
Low growls emanate from behind the Oak and a pair of slate-gray eyes peer out from behind the tree. Tufts of silver fur rise and fall in heaving motion as razor-sharp teeth spread open from frothing lips.
The creature takes a step forward and its front paw leaves a six-inch print in the humus. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sloppy boar bounds past followed closely by a grey wolf. The poor animal clears through the underlying shrubbery in haphazard haste, its slobbery neck few inches shy of giant wolf teeth. The pig barrels under a rosebush, and the wolf immediately swoops in. A shrill cry is heard, followed by series of muted whimpers. The crickets stop chirping and the Forest falls deathly quiet.
Few seconds tick away, and a slow movement ruffles the bush. White fur clears the shrubbery, and the creature emerges. All five-feet of height, and ridges of toned bulk. It shakes free of the brush. Little nicks left by the thorns heal instantly. It lifts it's giant head to reveal the limp weight of the grey wolf hanging between its bloody jaws.
Silent as death, the gigantic frame of the Silver wolf bounds away.
Moments later, the boar exits the rosebush and peers wide-eyed at the retreating form of the creature that saved its life. The Predator of predators. The Apex.
Small mewls clear the brush as soiled piglets move blindly towards their shocked mother.
The boar was a sow afterall.