Kerouh ran through the forest, clearing his mind from the nightmare that had just happened. He felt dead inside, he didn’t want to live anymore. But as he remembered the two pups, it raised some hope inside him, that there was still his family with him.
After spending his time alone in the forest, he went back to the den to freshen up. Then a light grey wolf, with a brown marking around his eyes, like a mask with light brown eyes, walked up to Kerouh.
“What will we do now Kerouh?” He asked, hoping he was in a better mood now.
“We have to move to another den, Derathe” He then sighed depressed. “We will move tomorrow, when everyone will be ready.” And with that, he nodded and padded off, telling the news to the pack.
After everyone ate, horrified and sad for what happened, they wondered what would happen to the pack, would they all die, one by one?
When the night came, Kerouh greeted Curra and layed down with his pups.