Bodies surround him, small whimpering bodies, bodies riddled with blood falling from their ears and nose. He whined next to then, trying to keep them alive, but each night another one left him. He was going to be alone, the smallest of them all, would be alone. With a small screech from his nightmares the little white cream wolf shot up, though his big brother Hariel was tightly curled around him. He whimpered because Hariel was showing signs of the sickness. Hariel was the one of the three left and the little Uriel couldn’t handle it if his brother left him too.

Hariel whimpered in his sleep bringing Uriel’s thoughts to him a slight amount of blood was running out of Hariel’s nose. Uriel’s eyes widened and a loud howl range out through the forest. ”Please no! Hariel wake up wake up!” he started to shake his brother until the black wolf opened his eyes and looked at the smaller white one. ”Urie, stop yelling, I’m just sleeping.”. Uriel nodded to his brother and let him curl back up and go to sleep, but Uriel didn’t he crawled away from his brother slowly. He needed to find help before it was too late, he couldn't lose Hariel even if it meant he had to risk his own life.

The small pup barely the weeks old waddled through the forest, whimpering as he did until he came across some beetles big enough to feed Hariel. Careful he bundled a couple of leaves together and started to grab both beetles and grubs for his brother. Tying the leaves up he snatched it with his tiny jaws and started walking back.