As Jacob walked behind the pack, careful not to leave anyone behind or be attacked, he could hear something. It wasn't the snowy trees, much less any birds.

They arrived at his subdivision, a private area of ​​luxurious homes in a secluded spot in the Alaskan forest. Jacob was headed to his mansion, but he couldn't ignore his hearing.

He quickly turned aside and went back into the forest, searching with his hearing and sense of smell, which were very keen for an enigma. Searching, he found another wolf, but this one wasn't from his pack, so he quickly pulled out his gun.

"Who are you? Identify yourself right now, or I'll kill you."

He reloaded his gun, took off the safety, and pointed it at his head.

"Are you a cop? A thief? Or a poor beggar lost from his pack?"