I remember when it happened... the day my whole world was taken from me in a blink of an eye... I was running. Running through the gunfire and through the falling bodies of my dying pack. As I ran through the fire, I run past my dying parents, who had been slaughtered into almost nothing by the rapid fire of gunshots that I'll never get out of my head.

Everyone of the wolves in my pack was dying... Their howls of pain and torture echoed in my wolf ears. I had no choice but to leave them behind. When I make it on the edge of my pack's territory, I stand there and felt the burning sensation of the fire the bullets had made contact with and I too had been shot through both of my wolf ears as a result of this massacre... Looking down on what was left of my pack... there was nothing but fire, smoke, and above it all, a large noble ship that used it's human made guns to kill every last one of us. I lift my wolf head up and release a mourning howl into the smoke filled sky. After that, I turned in the other direction and began to run... never looking back at what was once my home...