James plods along the pine-covered dirt/mud or whatever you want to call it. It is a snowy afternoon and the sun is setting behind the mountain that he spent almost 4 horrible years on. There was a cool breeze going North which James followed to come across a black wolf standing tall on a rock howling. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees another wolf with black fur and short legs running in a straight line further into the woods.
'What's going on?' he thinks. He backs away slowly, not wanting to be seen by either of the wolves he just saw.
Abigail silently walks along the pine-covered dirt and is going irritatingly slowly . It is a snowy afternoon and the sun is setting behind a mountain in the distance. She whimpers in pain from 3 gun wounds on each of her legs and a gun wound on the tip of her left ear.
"Ow... Why does that weapon have to exist..." she says to herself. She continues and gets about a meter further before the pain gets too bad. She trips over her food and hears a crunching noise as she hits the ground. She whines and looks at her foot.
'It hurts! It hurts so much!' she thinks. She clenches her jaws together and looks at her right foot where the crunching noise came from. She could move the foot and leg separately so she assumes it's not broken but she needs to rest anyway. She crawls under the nearest tree and gets herself in a comfortable position and falls asleep with her head in the end of her tail.