Rescued The fire was getting low an

Rescued
The fire was getting low and there was no more wood "the trees" Henry said he point toward the spruce trees standing twenty feet from their campsite
Bill nodded he point his rifle at a group of wolves and fired he nicked one on hind leg It stumbled and yelped in pain while the others scattered Henry and Bill raced toward the sqruce three they ran faster than they ever had before In mere seconds they were each high up in a tree watching the wolves circle and howl below