Across a wheat field prepared for harvest, three large wolves padded slowly towards a small village where several black plumes of smoke hung in the air. Large red and orange flames worked to consume the grand hall at the center of the village.
The three wolves stopped. They watched carefully for movement within the village.
The red and brown wolf observed along the fence for anyone that might be fleeing. However, the grey wolf kept his eyes focused on tracing the burning buildings, looking for signs of life.
The last wolf, black and grey with a white muzzle and chest, was the first to catch movement. He ran forward, the others following immediately after him.
A woman holding a child ran from the gate. She screamed and cried out. Begging for her life. Behind her, a black wolf followed, snarling low and steady. He lunged at her, and the woman screamed.
