Heavy pants created visible condensation in the chilling weather, the breaths were some what shallow and quick. Blood painted the snow a dark red, the warmth of it melting the snow some. The winds bit at the exposed wounds like a parasite digging into its host, causing more pain for its victim. Paw pads stepped into the snow, creating large prints, each step slow and staggered, as if to carry a limp. Three long gashes lined the side of a massive body, bright red and dripping blood. A large wolf staggered his way away from the snow-capped mountains, fleeing something deadly it seemed. The unnaturally large wolf looked back to see how far he had gotten, the mountains now miles upon miles away, the wolf's stocky frame was wavering, he wasn't going to be able to last long this way. The lone wolf pointed his muzzle skyward and let out a low howl of pain, calling for the help of anyone who'd answer.