.It was snowing. It was dark. The wind whined as the cold passed through skin.
It was a dark and scary night — the snow was heavy, and breathing was hard.
A white fur wolf with blue eyes was running with her small pup.
Her legs were bleeding and turning the white snow red, running through the cold snowing night
The cold was cutting and slicing through their legs as they ran away for their lives
Behind them. There were things following them, their faces unrecognizable due to the heavy snow.
The mother wolf looked behind, watching them follow their steps and bloody footprints, and they were fast and never stopped.
Then she looked forward and stopped abruptly, holding her pup by the neck before he fell off.
There was a cliff — and nowhere else to go.
In front, there was a cliff, and from behind, there were her enemies, the ones she once thought were her family.
She turned back and stood, pushing her small pup aside behind her, while facing forward — not running away but standing in anger to attack them back.
The creatures appeared from the heavy snow — they were humans and other things with messy looks.
Her pup looked at them, and his legs started trembling.
His mom looked at him and licked him on the face, knowing that there was no going back.
The mother wolf fluffed her fur, her blue eyes narrowing into deadly slits. Her sharp teeth gleamed like daggers in the pale moonlight. With a powerful leap, she lunged at the nearest attacker, sinking her teeth deep into his neck. Blood splattering across her snowy white fur, turning it into a dark red fur
From behind, one of the men shouted, panicked, "What the hell? She isn't supposed to attack us!. She is just a kien "
Another scoffed, "She's just a kine wolf not like child a gakein!.
I can take her with a punch!" He laughed, stepping forward with arrogance.
The wolf's instincts were a blur. She leapt at him, a white shadow moving impossibly fast. He tried to track her, but she vanished from sight. "Wait! Where did she go?" he yelled, spinning around—and then she struck, sinking her jaws into his neck with merciless precision. Cutting his head off.
His head tumbled, rolling across the blood-soaked snow, to The pup wolf
The pup froze, wide-eyed, trembling as the red snow swallowed the pristine white around him. He watched his mother
Memories flashed in his mind—the warmth of her fur, the softness of her gaze, the comfort of her presence—but now they were smeared with the horror of blood and rage.
Stepping backward, the pup didn't notice the edge of the cliff beneath him. His small paws slipped on the icy snow. Instinct screamed in him as the cold air bit into his fur.
The mother wolf saw him teetering and let out a roar, deep and guttural, echoing through the stormy night. Her body lunged toward him, muscles coiled, teeth bared, her eyes blazing with desperate protection. But before she could reach him, a shadow lunged—one of the humans pushed her aside, while another slashed across her side with a blade
" Die you kien". Blood splattering all over the snow.
The pup's small body slipped over the cliff's edge, tumbling into the icy abyss. The freezing lake swallowed him, the icy water slicing against his fur and skin as he sank, eyes fixed on the full moon above. Darkness swallowed the light, and the world became silent and cold
He opened his eyes.
He was floating on the lake — but he wasn't sinking. When he moved, he realized he could stand on the water as if it were solid ground. The moonlight coated the surface in a pale white glow, bright enough to turn the water into glass. Above him, the moon hung full and heavy in the sky, watching.he didn't notice he was in another pla
Suddenly, memories flashed through his mind —
a white moon,
red snow,
voices shouting "Kiens,"
And a wolf with fur soaked in blood.
He tried to hold onto the memories, but they blurred like fog. Confused, he looked forward and saw land ahead of him. Step by step, he walked across the water, still stunned that his paws didn't sink beneath the surface.
When he reached the shore, a warm light flickered through the trees.
A smell drifted toward him — warm food, familiar in a way that tugged at something inside him. People… blurry faces… hands feeding him scraps… laughter he barely remembered.
Instinct pulled him toward the light.
He darted between the trees, leaping over branches and splashing through shallow water until he reached the clearing. Then he stopped.
There was a house — bright, alive, full of people laughing and dancing. Warm light spilled from the open window.
Drawn by hunger, memory, and instinct, the small pup ran toward it .
Inside the house, two old men sat by the window, drinking and grumbling.
One was short, round-shouldered, beard-like tangled snow.
The other was tall, thin, and stiff like an old tree trunk.
The short man slammed his cup onto the table.
"I can't keep like this anymore," he hissed, voice shaking. "I've lost too many sheep… curse them! Curse those monsters!"
"Curse who?" the tall man asked, half-confused.
The short man lowered his voice, eyes darting around the room like something might be listening.
"The wolves…"
"The wolves?" the tall man echoed — loud enough for half the house to hear.
The short one nearly jumped out of his seat. "Shh! Keep it down, you fool! I don't want trouble with the neighbors and their creepy traditions."
The tall man raised a brow. "Traditions? If wolves are killing your sheep,then just kill them buy a gun and—"
He pointed his fingers like a pistol. "BAM. Problem solved."
The short man stared at him like he was the dumbest creature alive, then bent under the table.
With a grunt he slammed a shotgun onto the wood.
"You idiot. I have a gun."
The tall man snorted. "Then use it! Kill those wolves"
"Shut your loud mouth, you twig," the short one snapped.
Everyone suddenly froze.
Conversation died.
The music stopped.
"Kill what ?" someone asked sharply.
The tall man waved awkwardly. "It's nothing — just old Yorin here wants to shoot wolves but—"
The short man lunged and covered his mouth.
"He's just joking! Hahaha… ha…"
Footsteps thudded.
A huge man stepped forward, shadows clinging to him like armor.
His voice dropped like thunder.
"How many times must I warn you? Do not speak of wolves. Do not harm them. Not here."
His gaze swept the room — cold, ancient, almost fearful.
"Have you forgotten what our elders taught us? Do you want to invite the Wolf-Man upon us again?"
Silence smothered the room.
The giant leaned close to the short man, eyes burning.
"So tell me… what were you planning to do?"
Before he could answer —
THAP!
The little white pup leapt through the window, landing right on the table, tail wagging, fur glimmering like fresh snow.
Everyone froze.
Then—
A WOLF! RUN!
Chairs crashed. Cups fell. People screamed and stumbled over each other.
The pup yelped, terrified, spinning in panic as chaos erupted around him.
The short man slipped onto the floor — and his eyes locked onto the gun lying beside him.
His face twisted with rage.
"You filthy beast…"
He grabbed the shotgun with shaking hands.
"This is for my sheep!"
BANG!
The shot ripped through the room — and the bullet tore into the pup's small leg.
The pup cried out, collapsing on the table as red spread across white fur. He jumped out from the window running with bleeding leg to ward the forest.