“The Interlopers” from Another Point of View

I was standing in the soft winter’s wind, in the dark forest is where I heard him. My family’s feud started this all with our neighbors, and now it is at my generation. I turned to face him and there I saw in his hand his rifle pointed and ready. I will not shoot unless it has a meaning to it, he did not poach here yet in front of my eyes. The wind is blowing and it is not too cold yet. With a loud crash it seems that the wind wasn’t so kind to me. A breech tree fell, to me it seemed so fast and to him it seemed to look so slow. To my surprise my hunting boots saved my life, and when i look to my side there I see my rival stuck too. “My men will come first” me and him are in a deep feud about who’s men will come first. I pulled out my wine and drank. It tasted wonderful and made me feel better. With my rival next to me in pain and bleeding I ask “If I threw this towards you, would you be able to reach it?” My rivals words stuck my heart. A giant feeling of sadness came over me. This feud that had been going on for years was for a forest why couldn’t we just share it? After we became friends we called and screamed for help, the help came. It wasn’t help though it was wolves.