John was practically losing his mind right now. Javier was the second goddamn person to get attacked by wolves already, the first one was John himself. He rode around on his horse all around in the forest, desperately searching for any source that Javier would be around, or even a wolf that he could see. He found nothing for a good long while, the coldness beginning to set in a little bit as his cheeks flushed red, his hands getting colder and colder as the minute went by. Finally, he saw a trail that looked like something was drug through it. He quickly hopped off his horse, tying it to a tree in a hurry before walking along the trail...