Timed prompt,  Realms

 

It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at the Lindbergh airfield. A silhouette glides gracefully through the mist with a certain elegance. A quick pace separating the fog with heavy footsteps clambers as if in a hurry.  The silhouette calmly flows as if taken by the frozen breeze in the night air. The pace quickens with louder steps and a hurried breathe follows as if struggling.  The silhouette enters the neighboring forest with finesse and agility, and arrives quietly at a stream. The pace has slowed with heavy breathing, and finds the stream quietly trickling, with ice floating down it almost invisible.  The silhouette is already down the stream walking at its bank looking for what it needs to survive. The pace is down to a walk, gasping for breath white air fills the air from the cold that has flown in.  The silhouette stops, it has found the spot, quickly it lays down. The pace is a limp, not wanting to continue, an inability to run anymore it plops itself down behind a large oak.  The snow white wolf finishes off its kill, slowly rotted and picked clean it leaves.  The young fawn bitten on the leg a month before, is met by the silhouette and bleeds out in the freshly fallen snow.  The wolf silhouettes itself back into the fog in the airfield, the hole in the chain link fences connects the two realms in quiet symmetry.  The hunt continues through the cold Christmas Eve fog.

PS: My story in some ways would be with her opinion, because my does I  end in violence and it doesn't really have  a hero or a resolution. But my stories also has a resolution life goes on, it has a life or death situation which for one side solves a problem and the other doesn't. she in  my opinion would not be able to be against my story