Five people huddled together, trembling as they waited for dawn to break upon the tree. Throughout the night, none of them slept, fearing that a careless slumber could send them plummeting down to become the wolves' breakfast.
The wolf pack, starved for who knows how many days, remained at the base of the tree all night without any intention of leaving. Some of the wolves even attempted to climb the tree, but after Elton shot a few of them, the pack finally settled down.
At dawn, when the sun rose from the east, the wolves under the tree began to yawn.
Gradually, around a dozen wolves, presumably satiated by feeding on the carcass of their kin, left the battlefield and walked away.
However, about twenty wolves remained stubbornly below the tree, occasionally glancing up at the people above, as if begging for someone to lose their balance and drop down for them.
"Hmm..."
