(Hello everyone! This is my first submission and I hope you all like it. I know its short but I intend on making longer stories as soon as possible. I'm always open to constructive advice (but please don't be rude.) And if anyone wants to be my partner in crime by editing my stories, then don't hesitate in letting me know. <3)
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The sun was shining brightly through the canopy of trees in the local wildlife reserve as a tall young man strolled leisurely down the well-worn hiking trail. The birds and little critters around him made little noises as they went about their daily duties as he watched with an amused smile on his lips. Kyle was a nature fanatic. He loved being outdoors and went out camping whenever his job at the small library in town would let him. He has always felt more comfortable around nature than he was around people; he was a soft spoken man of 23 who never wanted too much association with his neighbors.
He felt more at home here, with the small creatures who never thought more of him than just another animal roaming the woods. He took comfort in that. Knowing that he was simply welcomed here, and he was never judged. Now, Kyle was not bad looking at all. In fact, he was very handsome with his well-toned body, clear skin, and almost silver colored eyes. His jet black hair was to his ears, and curled up in small tuffs that could never be tamed to stay down. He stood about 6'4'', and his body was hardened from years of hiking and hard outdoor labor. Though, back in town no one ever seemed to see him and his charms because he always hid himself behind baggy clothing and geeky glasses. But when he was out here, in the wilderness, he always wore well fit jeans and shirts (If he even wore a shirt at all).
As Kyle continued along the dirt path to his favorite camp site, his large knapsack hanging heavy on his broad shoulders, his mind was drifting back to the headlines in the newspaper: 3 Bear Attacks in One Week! Kyle scoffed that the absurd headline. He had walked these woods for years and the bears never bothered anyone. They always did their best to avoid people, and if they did attack it was for a good reason. Besides that, the larger animals always stayed away from the common pathways of the hikers and birdwatchers. Chances were that the "victims" were poachers who had the tables turned on them. Served them right, by Kyle's standards.
It wasn't much longer before Kyle reached his private campsite. It was a cozy little clearing with a lovely view of a small lake, not much bigger than a watering hole. Kyle sat his bag down and got busy setting up his tent and campsite.
The human never sensed the beast's presence. For many years the wolf-like creature watched the human as he wondered through his territory. He had guarded the forest for much longer, though. The only reason why the human never met harm was because he never caused harm in the woods. The human male was respectful and observant of the nature around him, as though he too belonged here. Perhaps he did, but that was not for the beast to determine. These were hard times in the forest, with wicked men trespassing and causing damage. The last one had been keen on trying to start a fire, and since this summer season was so dry, it would have grown out of control and destroyed this ancient place. The beast could not allow such a sin.