The howls soon ceased. That silence, more than the wild calls, frightened Demo. He notched an arrow to his bow, sat with back against a huge oak. He watched the edges of the clearing, looking for sign of motion.
He wasn't to be disappointed.
They came in the false dawn, quietly creeping to the edge of the open space. Demo saw in the dim light their movement. He let fly an arrow, prepared another. The yelp of the injured wolf signaled the attack.
One more arrow flew and a wolf fell. The pack was upon him! He had not time to draw his bow again.
With an angry roar Prometheus awoke. His huge form towering high, he seized a fallen tree trunk, raised it above his head.
He met the oncoming horde with battering blows, growls more fierce than that of beast. Quickly, leaving fallen comrades behind, the wolves scattered.
Prometheus sat down, shivered as though cold.
"Why is there no fire? They would fear the fire."
Demo stared!
Under the fierce attack Prometheus had regained his will to live, to fight!