The pack watched as the hunters made their way through the forests, their black shadows flitted through the trees towards the lodge. “Hold,” Rashida commanded, her voice floating through their minds. A low growl rippled through the pack, each one adding their own rage to the rumble.

The hunters moved closer; their scents trailed along the snow-covered ground. The pack held, their hackles raised, poised to attack. The hunters suddenly stopped, forming a v-formation. A confusion ...