Artemis' P.o.v:

Smoke filled the den, and the Alpha's voice rang out over the terrified whimpers of the pack.

"We're being burned out! Everyone, evacuate!" He called.

*Well,* I thought. *That is rather stupid, Alpha. They want us to run out!*

Scrabbling at some loose dirt at the back of the den, I opened the escape tunnel and began crawling through. It pushed my ears back, so they flattened against my head.  Soil was stuck in my grey fur, causing discomfort.

Light at the end of the tunnel. As I burst free, gunshots were fired. But I didn't look back. I couldn't see my family dead.

And I ran, to the north.

         Oakmay's P.o.v:

I had always been a heavy sleeper, but what woke me now was the worst I had slept through as of yet.

My dead brothers and sisters lay scattered around me, and when I poked my head through the hole out of my packs den, there was chaos.

"Run!! Oak!! Oakmay, run to the south!!" My mother called. Right before... Man shot her. In the heart.

I leapt on the hunter, digging in my teeth wherever they would go, ripping and scratching with my paws, snarling from my throat.

His hand became dismembered from his body, and I realised what I had done.

And I ran, to the south.