Hilda rushed as fast as she could, growing more worried for the girl each time she encountered a new monster. After running for a minute, she finally arrived at the place where she had left Theia. Her heart sank at the sight of blood stains and a hole in the building.
A deer corpse indicated there had been a fight, one they had won. But the hole in the wall told a different story, especially with a piece of Theia's coat lying on the white snow. Although there was no blood here, Hilda still worried about Theia's well-being.
Her cold heart had begun to soften for the girl after spending so much time around her. Holding her breath, she examined the hole in the wall, hoping not to find Theia's body.
Her prayer was answered. Inside the dimly lit room lay only a wolf corpse, its head bitten clean off. From the look of the wound, Hilda could tell it was Theia's wolf; the bite was large, much larger than any normal wolf or even the twisted wolves.
