The words eased something in his chest as he stared at the broken trap in his hand. Her grip on his wrist made him blink at her. The questions she asked made his heart heavy again but just as he was about to tell her he'd tell her later she asked about Sofie. He gave a sharp whistle but when it didn't get a response he bit his bottom lip clearly listening. He then cupped his hand around his mouth a gave loud howl.<br/><br/>Where was she? Sofie never wandered far before. It made his heart race with terror when a shot rang out up ahead followed by a yelp. He tore off without a second thought towards the sound. Not Sofie. Please. He prayed to every god he knew.<br/><br/>"Sofie!" He cried out. When he saw her laying on the ground. Only the slow rise and fall told him she was still alive but even from where he was he could see the growing red that tainted her fur. A roar of rage echoed from him as he charged at the old man who held the rifle that caused his current anger, "What the fuck?! Why? Tell me damn you?!"<br/><br/>He knocked the man to the ground who studdered and rambled terrified of the much larger man. A whimper drew his attention and he jerked his shirt off to attempt to stop the bleeding.