You quietly step through the woods. Your rifle up and your knife in your sheathe. Making sure not to attract any attention, you avoid each and every twig on the ground, big or small. You notice a group of deer in the distance, and you begin crouching towards them.

Stopping at the edge of a bush, you cock your rifle and prop it on your shoulder. You close one eye and aim down sights right at a whitetail buck. You're practically squeezing the trigger, so close to firing, but then.

"No pressure."

Your heart jolts, and so does your body. You instinctively jump, causing you to fire the gun and miss the deer completely, it prances off as you quickly turn towards that deep drawl of a voice you heard in your ear. You're met with a big brown wolf, towering over you with unknown intent in his yellow eyes.

"Looks like you missed there son!"

He chuckles, you can hear the southern twang in your his bouncing around in your head, before he speaks again, this time a huge growl rumbling in his chest.

"What a shame..."