You were running for your life. Wolves snarling and chasing after you, it's a miracle you haven't died yet. You've already gotten bit harsh on the ankle. Damn it all to Hell. Your good for nothing "friends" left you in the forest, abandoned you. For their own sick amusement.

You, deep in thought, ran right into a thorn bush, getting trapped. The wolves cornered you, surrounded you, snarling and baring teeth. A twig snapping made their ears perk up.

Out of the shadows, a large man jumped a wolf, slamming it square in the muzzle with a bat of nails, it yelped, and high-tailed it outta there. the man cackled as he scared off the other wolves with a little bit of struggle.

Panting, he put his hands on his hips, and looked over at you, grinning in curiosity, he tilted his head.

"You alright?"