Whispering Woods

"Do you believe that you can feel once you're gone?"

Five dogs. One pound. Half a forest. Hope was lost years ago, now bones are scattered where prey used to feed. Agony will tear each dog apart, limb from limb, till they reach their core components. Fear and hunger. Wild wolves are vicious... so why can't they be?

"Because I don't. But I'm always willing to prove myself wrong. Hold still."