The Wolf blinked awake, his silver fur damp from the morning mist. Shadows shifted nearby, and he sensed a presence lurking just beyond the reach of the first sunlight. The world seemed suspended, breathless, as The Boar crept closer, her dark eyes glinting with hunger and resolve.
The Boar was powerful, her bristled hide mottled with mud and leaves. Her gaze locked onto The Wolf, and he could see her intent as clear as the sunrise.
The Wolf did not snarl or bare his teeth. Instead, he slowly rolled onto his back, stretching his limbs with deliberate softness, exposing his throat and belly to the sky. His paws pointed toward The Boar, as if in offering, and the forest seemed to hush in disbelief.
"I have always wished to be food," he murmured, his voice serene, almost joyful. "I hope I am delicious, and that you enjoy every bite."
The Boar paused, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She studied The Wolf’s expression, searching for deceit or panic, but found only genuine peace. The sincerity in his words wrapped around her like moss on old stone.
"Thank you," she replied, her voice thick with surprise and respect. "No one has ever offered themselves so freely."
The Boar gently placed her mouth around The Wolf’s feet, careful and reverent. The forest watched in quiet awe as she swallowed him, inch by inch, her hunger softened by gratitude. The Wolf never flinched, his body relaxed, surrender complete.
He gazed up at the canopy one final time, comforted by the dappled light and the certainty of his choice.
The Boar closed her eyes, feeling the wolf’s warmth infuse her spirit. She whispered a silent thank-you to the world for this unexpected gift. Though the wolf was gone, a gentle happiness lingered, as if the forest itself had been nourished.
The wolf’s joy echoed quietly in the leaves, a story of trust and acceptance woven into every shadow.
The Boar wandered through the woods, her heart lighter, her senses sharpened. She understood now that sometimes, the greatest strength lay not in struggle, but in the grace of surrender. The wolf’s gift was more than a meal—it was a lesson that would echo through the forest for seasons to come.
As she vanished into the undergrowth, the clearing remained—a silent witness to an extraordinary morning, and the gentle bond between predator and prey.
