He stared into the Raven's beady black eyes. Blood was dripping from its beak onto the yellow straw.

"I see you are looking for something," the Raven cackled. It dug its sharp black beak into the deer carcass.

Snow took two steps back. "I'm looking for my brother," he admitted.

"Silly dog. Your brother is dead in these woods! You will be with him if you don't get out!" The Raven bellowed.

"I don't care about the dark packs," he growled. "I'll fight them." He felt his claws curl into the dirt.

"Foolish dog. I gave you a chance to run but you've crushed it. Show off your skills now!" He laughed a deafening cry. "Soldiers, caw, caw!"

There was a patter patter sound from the dark cave, followed by wolf barks. Howls echoed through the forest, the smell of his death lingering in the air. Snow sprinted towards the water spring. He knew the wolves won't follow him there. He ran as fast as his tiny paws could carry him, snapping every twig and crumpling every leaf in his paw steps. The water spring winked it's promising shine at him. He looked back and saw dark red eyes and frothing mouths. They were hungry. It was never a good idea to come to cannibal forest.

The spring wasn't far now. He could see the little ducks and plovers piping on the muddy shores. He ran across the gateway, looking back at the wolves. They were snapping at his tail now. He could hear their death growls and claws raking in the soil. With one leap with his hind legs lunging towards the spring and front staying still, he jumped into the rushing water. When he splashed, the growls disappeared. Poking his head above water, he gasped to swallow air. He paddled with his legs and swam towards the other side. Once he climbed onto the shore, he collapsed on the muddy shore. His vision blacked, as his breathing became slower.

    "I give up," he muttered under his breath before closing his eyes.

    "You never give up," a strange voice uttered.

TWENTY-FIVE MOONS BEFORE.

    "Hey, catch the ball this time!" the little wolf barked.

    "Not now, Moss. I'm carving something." The tiny white wolf gnawed on a brown stick. Splinters sprung in all directions like a terrified cat.

    "Ugh. Can't you go a day without your sticks?" Moss dropped the ball and went by Snow's side. "Let go already!" Moss tried to crush the stick but Snow pulled it away within a split second.

    "Hey, try that again and mom'll put your bed by the river." Snow persisted to keep chewing on his stick. It tasted great and it wasn't too tough on his tiny teeth.

    Moss groaned and ran out of the den.