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"This is pointless!" Bruin argued." The girl dissipated days ago, she'd be dead by now. We should stop looking."
"We go until we find her, Bruin," Diana scolded him. Diana, leader of this small search party, had been wrestling with Bruin to keep him going. They were looking for a small girl, known around their small village by her signature red coat. She had been walking to her grandmother's house, and had never made it. That was four days ago, and Diana began to do doubt that they would find the girl, let alone alive.
"He has a point, Diana," Nathan said, trudging through the snow."It's been four days, if she didn't freeze she was eaten by... well you know." Diana did know, and that's what made her shiver, not the cold. Suddenly, heavy breathing and the sound of something big crashing through snow surrounded the group. Diana's honed hearing recognized the sound instantly.
"Wolves!" she shouted, and the group drew their swords simultaneously. They were on a forest path, and they could hear multiple creatures crash about. This weren't you're average day wolves, Nathan realized with horror.
"Beowolves," Nathan whispered. His friend shot him glance, their faces grim. Beowolves were not a rare occurrence, but not a common one either. The village the three hailed from had heard multiple unfounded reports of these creatures, and many believed that the lost girl had fallen victim to these creatures. They were like wolves, but stood at tall as a man on all fours, and they liked to stand up right. The three were slowly surrounded, and before they knew it, five Beowolves surrounded them. Then, one more came out from the trees. He was twice the size of any others around him, and more vicious too. But that's not what any of them focused on. What they focused on was the red coat that fabric that was in the creatures teeth. This one had attacked the little Red Riddinghood as she made her way to her grandmother's house. And then, it attacked them.
