There was one time, a few months ago, when I was on Spring Break. My mate and I were out riding round the neighborhood on our bicycles. It's a pretty decent sized area, we live out between the suburbs and the country. Anyways, all of a sudden, my mate's head snaps round and almost takes the bike off the road before taking off down the street a ways.
I pulled up short and turned to look, and there, ten feet from me, was a white wolf. That sucker was looking me dead in the eyes. I thought at first, "There's now way it's a wolf, it's gotta be a dog." Then I saw it take a step or two, and that notion left my head right quick. I don't know if you've ever seen a predator move, but man, THIS was a predator.
And we both stood there, just staring into each other's eyes. It was one of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever seen, and I remember I didn't even really feel that afraid of it. Certainly I was afraid of what it COULD do, but for some reason, I just felt like there was absolutely no reason to fear it. The poor thing actually looked a little confused. After thirty seconds or so, it just turned around and disappeared into the tree-line.
The highlight of my life
-Captain Furvert