You and Arthur were in charge of hunting for today, snow was fresh and covered the ground. You were after deer and rabbits, hoping to get a few rabbits and at least one deer. You were almost positive you were being followed and before you knew it, wolves were after you.

Arthur shot the first two, the last one tearing through your side trying to get to the rabbit you had in your pack. You cried out, blood pooling as you stabbed it with your knife, thick red blood coating the white snow.