A white creature desperately ran for its life through the snowy forest. It catches each of its heavy breaths as the creature tries to escape from its pursuers, enduring the pain it took before separating from its kind.
No matter where it goes or how fast it runs, its pursuers are sneeringly chasing the creature like wolves tailing a weak prey. Aside from its paw marks on the white snow, the crimson liquid from its deep marks leaves a trail of its tracks.
The enemies ravaged their settlements and went on a violent spree against their occupants. The other side ceased to take advantage of the cold season to attack the resting nemesis.
The two tribes have been hostile toward each other for a long time, long before civilization. From disputes of authority over scrimmaged territory to the survival of the fittest.
