The wolves descended upon the camp, ripping through tent walls with jaws and claws and attacking Aslan's soldiers. Before they knew it, the Griffins found themselves in the middle of a battle… and they had no weapons.
One wolf ran up to Meg and slashed his claws across her face, knocking off her glasses in the process. Meg cried out in fear. But Aslan leaped on the wolf and knocked him away from Meg.
Three other wolves surrounded Chris and were tearing at his clothes, when suddenly they all fell dead with arrows in their sides. Chris looked up to see Moonwise the centaur brandishing his bow. "Thanks," he panted.
Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, no warriors, had taken refuge underneath a table. Suddenly Mr. Beaver felt a sharp pain in his tail. A wolf had clamped his jaws down on it and was trying to drag him out. Mrs. Beaver took hold of her husband's paws and pulled the opposite direction. A tug of war began, with Mr. Beaver as the rope. But the wolf was much stronger than the beavers. Mr. Beaver knew it wouldn't be long before he was pulled into the open. He shut his eyes.
Suddenly, Lois appeared and punched the wolf. He let go of Mr. Beaver and turned on Lois, growling. Lois raised her foot and kicked him in the jaw, felling him to the ground.
Another wolf tried to attack Lois from behind, but Lois could do tae jitsu. Just as the wolf was about to lunge, Lois whirled around and dispatched him with a spinning kick, knocking him out cold.
The alpha wolf, whose name was Maugrim, had just pounced on Brian and pinned him to the ground. "I've been looking forward to meeting up with you again, dog," he snarled.
Brian recognized Maugrim from the witch's castle. "You can't kill me!" he pleaded. "You're a wolf. I'm a dog. We might be related!"
Maugrim laughed nastily. "You think I care about that? I killed my own father to take control of this pack. I've got no qualms about killing you."
Just as he was preparing to slit Brian's throat with his claws, a giant fist crashed into Maugrim's face. Maugrim fell down, giving Brian an opportunity to scramble away.
Maugrim blinked. Peter Griffin was standing over him. It was he who had punched Maugrim. "Nobody touches my dog," he said.
Regaining his wits quickly, Maugrim brought his foot up into Peter's crotch. Peter doubled over in pain. Maugrim jumped back up and tackled Peter.
Man and wolf rolled over and over, out of the tent and onto the snow covered beach. Peter knew he had never been so close to death, but he was actually giving Maugrim a pretty good run for his money.
Peter and the wolf were so occupied in fighting each other that they didn't notice they were moving toward the frozen ocean...
Until they heard the ice cracking beneath them.
Abruptly, they stopped struggling and sat up. They looked around. Somehow, they had gotten out in the middle of the ocean, and now the ice was cracking beneath their weight. Peter remembered Lois had told him this would happen if he went out here.
He jumped to his feet and started running back toward shore. So did the wolf. This sudden rapid movement caused the ice to begin breaking even faster.
Just as the ice was about to give way completely, Peter made a mighty leap and landed safely back on shore. But Maugrim wasn't as lucky. As the ice collapsed under him, he sank beneath the frigid waves with a mournful howl. It was the last sound he ever made.
Peter lay on his back, catching his breath and looking out to sea. For a brief moment, he glimpsed a hairy paw protruding above the water's surface. Then it sank, never to rise again.
Peter heard footsteps running towards him. He stood up and looked behind him. His family was approaching, along with Aslan and the rest of the army.
"Pee-tah, are you okay?" Lois asked, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm fine," Peter assured her. "What about you guys?"
"We're all safe and sound," said Brian.
The Griffins gathered together in a group hug, grateful to all still be alive and together. For a long time, no one had any words, but at last the deep purr of Aslan's voice broke the silence. "Well done, Griffins. You have fought valiantly, despite limited resources. The few wolves that still live have turned tail and run. But they're not the only creatures that work for the witch, or even the worst of them. Winning one battle doesn't mean we've won the war. There is still much we must do."
"We'll do whatever it takes," Peter promised.
Just then, the wind commenced to blow. It picked up speed, blowing louder and harder every second until it sounded like the roar of some great beast. Snow swirled around the edges of the camp in a whirlwind, until it seemed as if they stood at the eye of a cyclone. Lightning went SMASHASHASHASHA in the sky overhead and it suddenly got very dark. Then a deranged cackle rent the air above. The Griffins and Aslan looked up to see the White Witch floating above their heads, high in the sky.
"Wow, she sure knows how to make an entrance," said Brian.
"Griffins!" the witch shrieked. "You may have dispatched my main henchmen, but can you defeat my new one?"
Another figure appeared, floating in the air next to the witch. It was Stewie!