Picture Description

Something called away in the distance. “Climb on quick!” She commanded to her companion as a wild pack of wolfs ran down from the valley. They were riding on an injured tiger that had been bitten in the leg by the wolves earlier on in the day. The tiger wore a red beanie and a checker rug on it’s back. Lanterns hung from the tiger on either side to keep it light at night. The lady had a pickaxe type spear with a long wooden stick attached to a sharp silver plate. They were in a valley surrounded by towering mountains that were steep and rocky but the valley was a large place cover in bright green grass and lots of wildlife. At the top of a mountain was a peaceful house with an old ancient style. There was thick trees spread across the veley made of ancient bark and expensive leaves. The sun was bright and the landscape was messy but the valley was calm and peaceful, except for the wolfs. The tiger sprinted across the valley as fast as it could, it leaped over bushes and it swerved around trees until it came to a rapid river with the wolfs catching up. The tiger slowly stepped back with it’s injured leg lifted up the wolves were just a couple meters away. The lady then immediately hit the tiger on it’s back and it ran as fast as it could. The tiger lept in the air flying over the raging river and when it landed in just skimmed the water. The wolves followed but they just flew into the river every time they tried to jump over and the crazy river carried them away to never be seen again.