Focused on the program running before me I am all but oblivious to anything else.
As I trot my head drops low, scanning the screen, various other wolves appear and fall back, none take the lead position, that is mine. I try to use scent to hunt, but haven't figured that part of the programming out yet, though I know it's an option
Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear or think I hear Alex mention he was IT, maybe I should ask him to lend me some hands....
I pick up speed moving to a lope. The sounds of moving through the brush, the panting of the other wolves, the bird sounds, it's almost real, but with the smells missing...
The program has a random path generator that controls the prey which suddenly appears as we crest a rise, I howl again to my pack, egging them on. I begin the true hunt, planning, calling out to the others where to go though all know their places. Working as one unit we stalk the herd, I select today's target, and separate it from the herd... Breaking into a hunting run we give chase, shift and turning, I watching out the corners of my eyes for my pack, catching comforting glimpses of familiar fur.
Today is an exceptional pursuit, through dark forest interspersed with small meadows and streams, sudden hills and drops, and fast shifting trails through the brush. Panting, legs and lungs burning, I close in on the prey, nipping at it's heels, trying to make the take down catch, the taste of blood and hide in my mouth, though only in my mind, or maybe the residue from the steak this morning.
My pack circling out to set a corral as I've taught them, then, just as I am about to make the take down bite the screen goes blank as the program fails. My pack, the prey, the woods, EVERYTHING disappears leaving me lost and confused as reality, this damn reality, returns. As I drop from the hunting run to a trot then a walk as the belt slows I curse under my breath, taking all my effort not to destroy the treadmill out of my frustration.
After the belt comes to a stop I stand there blinking back tears, breath ragged from the run and the loss, trying to get my emotions under control. After several minutes I finally step off the treadmill and quietly pad out of the gym back to my cubicle of a room, alone again, naturally.