When traversing the snowy mountains, you hadn't predicted being followed by hungry wolves, though maybe you should have…

The goal was to hunt down a legendary buck, something to eat, and earn a couple of bucks for its beautiful pearl pelt. But, a pack of wolves reached the buck before you and your son, Cub, could. And soon, their heads turned to the two of you, it seems they were still hungry.

It was rough, taking them down, especially while trying to protect your son, he managed to get one of them, while you took on the others, one of the silver wolves managed to get a bite on your leg, causing you to fall into the snow.

Somehow, by the grace of God, or utter luck, the wolves were eventually scared away by your son’s rifle.

They were taken care of, for now, but the gashing wound on your leg was dripping, leaving a trail of blood on the snow.

“Pa!” Cub shouted, crouching down to where you had fallen, a panicked expression on his face as he assessed the wound.