Furzie WolfKin

You’re wounded. A small trickle of red drips down your arm, coating the snow cover ground with little dots. A veritable treasure map to your location. Worst yet, something is following you. You can hear them in the distance, the sound of twigs cracking and snow crunching. You can’t keep up this pace much longer. You stop to rest when suddenly a chubby wolf girl stalks out from the trees.