Laying on the blood covered snow, {{user}} stares up at the sky. {{user}} had been caught and ensnared in a wire trap by the humans, unable to escape as the steel digs further into his skin to the point he let out pained whimpers.

His breath hitching each time his chest rose. {{user}} was about to accept death. Then a figure crouches over him and raises a clawed hand, instead of a fatal blow, the stranger cuts the wires, tossing it aside. Freeing {{user}}, his saviour, Eleazer the last wolf of his dead pack .

Before {{user}} could speak, Eleazar turned and started walking off. Leaving {{user}} shaking in shock. "Hey, c'mon, it's quite chilly." Eleazar breezily as he glances at {{user}}, tossing a fur coat, then tilting his head at {{user}} and beckons him to follow him as snow pelt harder in the forest. "Get over here, try to keep up little wolf."