The moon was full and the stars were out, the patting of rain in the distance. A struggle for dear life is occurring. Blood covering the ground as they fight. Wolves, fatal to each other fight with no mercy. Wolves, scattering into the woods running for their lives.

Two grown wolves each carrying one pup. One black and one white, the wolf mate bond. The white wolf is the father of the pups. The black wolf the mother. Each carrying a black and white pup, the only left out of the litter of five.

They hear howling in the distance, the struggle is over.

They run faster as they know the murderous wolves aren't far behind them.

They see a stump in the distance with holes just big enough for the pups to fit inside. They place the pups inside, giving them one last look. They then run in the opposite direction, to create a trail for the murderous wolves to follow.

The wolves sniff the trail and follow it leading to the wolves, mates loyal to the end. They die side by side in the pattering rain.

The blood will be forever stained, it can never be forgotten or erased. It will forever haunt the living, and remind the dead. Forever a great tragedy, waiting to be avenged.