Winston returned to where the wolf pup was found and he lifted his head up towards the sky to sniff the winter air. The scent of blood filled his nose, unnoticeable at the time that he and the team brought down the moose. The moose's blood must've mixed in with whoever's blood he could smell in the breeze.
Winston then began following the scent at the very far back of a dead end and the smell was the strongest it had been since he caught it. He turned and looked at a shrubbery of snow-covered bushes to his right and walked towards it. He turned around and used his tail to brush away the powdery snow, then turned back to look through the bush. What he saw was horrible.
Two dead wolves laid sprawled over each other on blood-soaked snow, a male and female Omega pairing. Their faces were clawed up and their throats were savagely ripped open. Winston stepped back quickly and looked around the area, hoping to find the killers. He saw nothing and he heard nothing but the wind and his own rapid breathing.
Winston began thinking to himself, What am I going to tell the kid? As he carefully covered the dead wolves beneath a light blanket of snow, the thought stayed in his head. He also start thinking about who could've committed this crime. The first thought that came to mind was a wolf from the other side of the valley. An Eastern wolf with a grudge, most likely. Either that or just a random rogue passing through. They saw a lot of those from time to time, just minding their own business and keeping out of the Western pack's business. Winston only felt sorry that the two wolf parents would most likely never be avenged as well as their young pup's little chances for survival on his own. Unless…