Your blood was trickling down from your mouth and onto the pure white snow. A whimper came from your throat as you laid underneath a large orange wolf was standing over your injured body protecting you, it was Spirit - your mate. A low and nasty growl came from his throat as his mouth was dripping out blood but not of his own but of a different wolf. Your ears twitch as you hear movements and growls, you shifted your gaze to only be meet with 5 black skinny wolves circling you two drooling from their mouths as one of the black wolfs were injured and bleeding because of Spirit.