the cold ones ran like hell on the freezing cold night and the fire tore them apart so they had to change to wolves. they ran, paws making quick work of the ground below them. the cold ones soon reached the spot where their mysteroius leader had vanished. they dug like machines then dropped swiftly below but then they were faced with the kidnappers army, they drew their daggers and used their eyes to target the hearts of the army before throwing the daggers at the target. the army was dead. the wolves stepped over the bodies spitting on the faces as they went past, the pack walked down the long, windy tunnel changing to human form along the way.