Avani re-opened her eyes, catching scent of something unusual. She sharply picked her head up, her ears perked in attentiveness. Then the scent of bird blood filled her nose. She bolted up, feeling her fur spike up as she trotted away from the tree, looking around to find the origin of the scent. She couldn't see anything near her, until a shadow passed over her. Filled with curiosity, Avani looked up, spotting a wolf with wings eating a bird. 

Wings. Wolf. Two things that were not supposed to be stuck together. Were these the magical wolves that lusted after dog blood? Oh gods, Old Mich was right! Avani whimpered, sprinting back to the olden oak tree, pressing her body against its' trunk. She just knew she was going to die today.