Ryder ran through the forest as the trees all around him cried out. He didn't know what was going on, but he followed the cries until he came to an opening.
He stopped abruptly, skidding to a halt. It was a messy scene in front of him. The snow and surrounding area was dyed red by the blood that was shed.
He quietly walked around until he came across two familiar wolves laying in pools of blood and getting covered by the newly falling snow.
"Oh no," he whispered as he went to his knees and stroked the fur of his friends.
He could tell they were gone, torn apart by savage beasts. He looked around and could see other wolves he had never seen.
Getting up and walking over to a wise old tree, he laid his hand on its trunk and asked in a voice controlled by emotion, "What happened here?"
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