Blood, all I could smell was blood. The rough floor of the woods kicked up behind me as I ran. I didn’t know whether I was running to something or from something. All I knew was that I had to get to where my paws were taking me. Finally I broke through to a clearing, but it was nothing like I expected. Hundreds of wolves laid dead all around. Just by instinct I knew that a good half of them were ours. Looking around for familiar faces my eyes finally landed on Sam. As I was making my way towards him. Fighting a few other wolves on my way. Sam was in the middle of fighting with one when I watched as the wolf ripped Sam’s throat out. Panicked I picked up speed towards him. I jump on the wolf who still had Sam’s throat in his mouth. Driving my claws into both sides of his chest. Feeling the b
