like every morning Anthony was calmly cutting wood near his house lost in the woods but for him it was normal. At a certain point Noises were heard coming from the forest, like frightened screams and the grunts of some wolves. So he took his ax in one hand and put it on his shoulder as he went walking and then reached a patch of lawn and saw a figure crouched on top of a tree with cuts and scratches.And a pack of wolves under the tree. He snorted boredly and gripped his ax in his hand