I rush through the forest, jumping over all roots and whatnot in left laying around. I climb up onto a tree, glance around and them leap down and I hear the raggled howls again.
I run towards it, and then I see him. A huge grey and black wolf, shaking on the ground covered in blood, another wolf learing over it, growling. Anger rages through me and I lift my arm, mutter some words which I do not know the meaning of and the snarling wolf is flung into a tree and knocked unconcious.
I stand, gawping at what I have done, look down at my hand, and back between my hand and the now unconious wolf for 10 minutes. I then rush over to the other wolf to see if it's ok.