This was a little something I just threw together real quick. It's not realistic but that's why it's called fiction. The story was partly inspired by this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rYBPJBtph8 The wolf was a vicious monster. Unlike most wolves, he was a rogue, a lone drifter who was always looking for a fight. There was nobody he wouldn't try to pick a fight with. Over the past three years the wolf had killed many unfortunate creatures ranging from deer to cattle and even a couple of ranch hands. The wolf was born with a mean streak in him. He would often stalk and taunt his prey before going in for the kill. He would kill for the fun of it and half the time he did not even eat what he killed. Today would be no different. The wolf was hot on the heels of his latest victim. Most wolves would never go after an adult bull bison alone, but this wolf wasn't like other wolves. And the bull bison he was stalking was not like others he had seen before. This bull was obviously ancient. His fur was grey with age. He walked with a bad limp on his right front leg and his left horn was half broken off, both the result of a great battle with another bull long ago. The bison's eyes were covered with a hazy white glaze, a sign that he was completely blind. At one time the bull had been a grand monarch of the prairie, as wild, fierce, and untamable as the land he called home. Once he had been the dominant bull of the herd and had won many battles, but those days were long gone.
Staring at the old bull with a bloodthirsty grin, the wolf simply could not resist this opportunity. Other wolves feared him for his reputation and that reputation would double if he single handedly killed a bull bison. Nobody had to know that the bison was old, blind and nearly crippled. He lived for the thrill of the chase! It wasn't that the wolf was hungry because he had already eaten an elk calf earlier that morning. He just wanted kill the bull for no reason other than to boost his ego. In his usual fashion, the wolf stalked the hapless beast, occasionally running past the bison and snapping at him. He taunted the old bull with his presence. However, each time he did so, the bull would just stop and stand there, staring blankly ahead across the prairie. This frustrated the wolf. He was used to his prey bolting in terror when he made his presence known. The wolf snarled angrily at the bison, trying to intimidate him but the old bull just snorted defiantly and continued trudging onward through the golden prairie grass, limping as he went. Perhaps it was because the fool was blind. Perhaps the bison did not realize who it was that stalked him. Still, it infuriated the wolf that the bison bull was ignoring him. It was like the bison bull regarded him as completely irrelevant! Well the old fool would soon learn just how wrong he was! The wolf turned and bounded toward the bison bull from the right side, this time going in for the kill. He targeted the bull's injured leg, hoping to exploit this weakness and bring the bull down. Once he had the bison on the ground it would be all over. The old bull would not be able to stand again quickly enough to fight back. The grass crunched beneath the wolf's paws as he closed in on the bison with incredible speed, his jaws open and ready to attack. However, when the wolf was only a few feet away, the old bison suddenly turned quick as lightning and faced him, lowering his large head. With an upward thrust of his head, the ancient bull caught the wolf in the chest with his good right horn. The horn went straight through his heart and the wolf yelped in pain and surprise as he was sent flying clear over the bison's back. He landed fifteen feet away and skidded to a stop, humiliated and fatally wounded. The old bull turned to face the wolf and stared directly at him with those glazed-over eyes. As the wolf stared back at the beast that had just taken his life away, he felt that the bison was mocking him. The last thing he saw before passing into oblivion was the bison's cold, empty stare. With that, the wolf's violent life came to an end.
The old bull stared at the spot where he heard the wolf land. Though he couldn't see and though the wolf had approached from downwind, the bison's ears still worked just fine. He braced himself for another attack and waited for several seconds, but it never came. There was only the sound of the wind rustling through the grass. The bull snorted triumphantly and resumed his walk, leaving the wolf's lifeless corps behind. Though he was in the twilight of his life, this old bison bull always had one last fight left in him. Death would have to wait until another time.
