A sharp howl pierces the forests silence. You hear it and know its the Dire Wolf pack you had stole a pup from just a couple hours earlier. You hear the distant sound of footsteps and know you can't outrun them, but you try to anyway. The male pup you stole starts barking and howling too. You put out the fire and start running North, towards the mountains, but you know in the back of your mind you will NEVER get there in time. You turn around and see bright gold eyes surrounding you. You drop the cage with the puppy in it and start running again, but you only get so far before you feel a piercing pain in your side. They've gotten you, and you hear the snarls of the others, waiting to tear you apart. The last thing you see is the gold eyes of the pup you captured, then it goes black. This is the den of which the pup was raised. The den of the last Dire Wolves. The den of Red and Amber.