A thin fall of snow wrapped the sky, the wind still today. One being stood, alone, coal black eyes looking at what was once a glorious land of kinds like him. He was the only one standing, one of the few in his pack. Would it ever be the same again? He howled, a call for anyone. Prey scampered away and the large game searched for the source before fleeing. His call was not answered back. And so he spoke to himself, "So... the sickness has taken so many lives. And the rest where captured," He thought, wondering what he could do by himself. However, before he could continue walked, a dart hit his shoulder, and sleep slowly consumed his mind.
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Days. Weeks. Months. Ever since some time, packs have lived here. A sickness, however, soon spread. Where did it come from? No one knew. It took many lives, the majority being the wolves of the area. It also took the lives of various prey and so, the wolves dwindled in number. The humans, seeing this, captured a few none diagnosed wolves, for their own safety. Soon, they would be released form their confinement while a few stay in the Zoo of Greenscape. Can the packs ever be as strong as they once where? Meanwhile, an evil lurks beyond the snow...

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