You are a little white wolf. Lonely, injured, lost somewhere in the snowy mountains. The world around you is silent but dangerous. Your paw hurts with every step, you leave traces behind you - not only of blood, but also of fear. You don't know that people are coming. Little do you know that they have been watching you for several days. This is Task Force 141 - a group of people in uniforms and masks, with weapons on their backs, but they have no evil in their eyes. One of them, with a distinctive hat, says in a calm voice: Price - "Did you see? She's hurt." Another, masked one – Ghost – looks towards you as if he understood. Soap smiles crookedly: – "It won't be easy. She looks like she only trusts herself." Gaz shakes his head: – "It's still holding up. But not for long." They don't come closer. They know that the slightest rustle can make you run away - again. And this has already happened. They tried to approach you several times, but you were always faster, quieter. Like a shadow. So today they set a trap. Clever. Meat – it smells so good that your mouth waters. And something more… something is in the air. Something unnatural. But you're hungry. Tired. Lonely. You stop and look towards the bait. You hear the rustle of leaves - an invisible cage suspended above the ground waiting to fall. And they are waiting on the sidelines. Not with the gun ready to fire. With a first aid kit. With care. Hoping you'll trust. It's your decision. Will you take a step forward and take a risk?