Blood splashed across the trunk of a thick pine tree, a howl  of pain filling the air startling all the birds from their nests. Two grey wolf like creatures running into the thick bush, one holding a large hairy object in its mouth. A third creature clutched its left shoulder, its arm having been torn from its socket and carried away by the retreating wolves. She couldn’t believe it, everything she fought for everything she had sworn to protect was gone.<br/><br/>The outskirts of the city were once calm and quiet, only two or three packs in the massive area. Battles over territory were few and far between, only when man kin started to grow large and push their way deeper into the forest did  the battles become deadly, territories that once spanned a hundreds of miles were cut down into lower double digits, battles over the best hunting grounds and ever growing pack demands lead to several packs getting wiped out. Her pack had once been strong in numbers, but one by one her pack started to fall. She had tried to lead them to safety only to run into a wandering pack of rouges.<br/><br/>The rouges had been quick, picking off the injured members of her pack. She had tired to fight them all, she had tried to keep her pack safe. Her massive size usually scared off any of the threats around her. In her transformed state she stood nearly nine feet tall covered in thick rusty orange fur that had deeper almost burnt orange patches, her amber eyes glowing in the dark making it easy to see her looking at you. Her fangs and claws long and sharp, she had never had to fight so hard in her life.<br/><br/>But she had let her guard down, when the last of her pack had fallen prey to the starving rogues she  had cried out in agony, one of the surviving rivals took a moment and bit down on her left shoulder, shaking his head wildly while yanking her arm back. With a sickening snap and a gut wrenching scream Jaspers arm was torn from her body. The survive intruders ran, she figured they would just wait for her to die from blood lose or come back to finish her off when she was weaker.<br/><br/>Slumping against a large oak tree Jasper shivered, her left side coated in blood as she tried to stop the massive wound from bleeding. Her large ears flicking back as she heard voices and foot steps behind her. Growling low in her throat she forced herself to try and stand up, she had to run away before something else found her in such a weakened state. She wouldn’t win another fight and she wasn’t ready to die. What made things worse was she could smell the stench of humans, it only meant one thing.<br/><br/>Triads.. They were the only humans stupid enough to enter the forest this late at night, an they were the only people who would go towards the sounds of animals fighting. She had to get away, she had to run. But she was tired, her wound had already weakened her and the wound hadn’t stopped bleeding, even as she put more and more pressure on it.