The breeze was blowing during one chilly patrol night. Lazarus could hear the wind howling, the natures song was prettier to him than any other wolfs' tune. He trotted down the perimeter line doing his searches, when on the wind traveled a scent. He lifted his maw to the sky as his fur bristled to the sign of potential danger. Picking up his paws he followed the wind that carried the smell, upon reaching its source the wind blew harder. The trees screamed and his fur blew erratically. " Stop. Name yourself " he called out to the figure standing in front of him. The wolf in question turned to face his gaze. His haunches raised and presented himself as a threat. Lazarus stood ground, " Turn back now, we do not need to start a fight stranger. " No response was heard, rather a swift painful blow to his shoulder. Lazarus stood still and glanced back up at the figured as it reset to strike again, a fight ensued. The two clashing teeth and throwing their claws. It lasted for what it felt like hours, both heaving and panting until one last final blow. The wolf laid in the snow, going back and forth between consciousness. His breathing growing deeper and deeper and his eyes grew heavier. The wolfs body grew increasing colder as the pool of blood kept his neck extremely hot. He panted hard and was unable to keep his thoughts in order. The wolf looked up and saw more wolves running towards him. His patrol mate and some other superiors fought and pushed out the stranger wolf. " Lazarus, Lazarus- wake up " he heard loudly at his side. Hemlock was desperately nuzzling him to perch him up but to no luck. She panicked and attempted to nuzzle the blood back into him, whining and making sounds she cried out to him. " Lazarus it's ok- please don't do this, please it's ok; just get up… please just stand up you'll feel better I promise- " Her voice rang in his ears as he slowly felt like he was falling into the ground. His fur became too heavy at one point, he felt his body collapsing on himself. And for one last second, he glanced up at his Hemlock.
