When given the question of leading, Beyt looked to Jhene and Fatal, who seemed to be off doing their own separate thing for the time being, then to her brother and then back to Drake. She gave a nod and then trotted to the entrance of the temple carefully as Gimmel followed. There was so much excitement running through her that she was amazed that she was not also jumping like a giant bunny as Fatal had put it. But, despite her excitement, she was also a rather calm wolf and the only indication of her excitement was the steady wag of her tail and the shimmer in her eyes that longed for adventure. Looking out, the snowy tundra wasteland stretched for miles on end, quite peacefully now that the storm has died, and it brought a sense of tranquility to her. One that she felt she had forgotten a long time ago.<br/><br/>She didnâ€™t even bother to say â€˜letâ€™s goâ€™ or ask if anyone was ready to get going, Beyt just started running and Gimmel followed suit.<br/><br/>The snow that had originally made her feel miserable after walking for some time felt cool under her paws and the gentle wind that swept across the tundra was welcoming. Beyt loved the snow. It didnâ€™t snow much back n the forest at home, at least not anymore now that the forest was dying. Storms were not exactly her cup of tea as humans say but she truly did love snow. It looked so beautiful when it was untouched and she loved to pretend she was completing some big task whenever she ran through it, kicking it up into her face. Rolling around in it made her feel so alive, but now she simply moved forward knowing there was company with them now. Beyt was too shy to act that much like a pup in front of others.<br/><br/>Gimmel on the other hand, while he did love snow, he was not a fan of the deeper areas and didnâ€™t like when it got kicked up in his face. It wasnâ€™t that it bothered him itself, however, but rather he did not like the cold that much aside from the wind. He did admit that snow was beautiful when it was untouched especially in a tundra wasteland like this. Running like this was so liberating and he absolutely loved it, the cold adding to the atmosphere. He was with his sister and a few strangers, but that did not matter. They were just wolves. Wolves running towards the city, one step closer to the truth without anything holding them back, on an adventure. He smirked at the thought, realizing just how much he was enjoying it. But all good things must come to an end, as we all know, and it ended quickly when they got to what looked like an old road; on the other side of the road was nothing beautiful at all.<br/><br/>There was not snow, but remains of an old war, complete with the scents of it as well.<br/><br/>â€œStay low,â€ Gimmel said when the sound of something coming down the road was heard and he and Beyt hid behind a rock structure. The truck passed them but ended up stopping a few feet away. A human got out of the truck, a shotgun in hand, and began fiddling with things under the hood while muttering to himself. It amazed both Gimmel and Beyt that such things existed in this dying world and that they were still being made. One would have expected trucks to have vanished centuries ago after the wars. Yet there it was that rusty blue truck and the old, broken human.<br/><br/>And then it all happened so quickly. The man didnâ€™t even seem to notice the wolves at first, but soon Beyt noticed something off about him. The man turned towards the spot where she was hiding, subtly reaching for a rope in the back of his truck. She did not think much of it until he caught her by surprise when he ran after her, shooting her in the leg with his shotgun, and, completely ignoring the fact that Gimmel was trying to protect her (the man simply knocked him aside with the butt of his gun), tied her up. Gimmel regained his strength enough to try to run after the truck for a moment but was not fast enough to keep up. The failure in his eyes was quite noticeable, and a deep growl emerged from the back of his throat.<br/><br/>Sighing to himself, he knew he had to run after, and looked back at the other wolves before taking off down the street, after the truck. Sure enough it would lead to the mountain path and then towards the city; he could tell by the mountains just peering over the skyline.