Not sure if you can still see the origianal lines well but the only things i changed where the way the head was facing. an ear. the neck, tail and expression. I'm quite happy. Oh and timer doesn't lie. Here is the story.
I remember the night they warned me never to leave the camp on a full moon. They told me no one comes back. Something was out there but i, being the young, stubborn wolf i was ignored them. What did they now? they where just a bunch of superstitious old wolves. Snorting i pushed through the camp entrance. No one was on guard tonight. They didn't dare to leave there warm dens on a full moon. Growling to myself i began to run towards the grasslands. I ran fearless throught the full moon that shone of my black pelt. The night was called and i sent puffs of mist into the air every time i breathed. I began to feel the cold, wet grass under my paws as i drew closer. A new scent hit me like a bullet. It smelt odly like blood but all i could see was a dark mist that was forming infront of me. My pelt prickled but i refused to give into fear. Nothing was out here. I gagged when i entered the mist. But i kept running, my eyes closed. But then something hit me over the face. I snarled and rolled over, back onto my paws. Looking up to see where my attacker had gone i suddenly realized that ignoring the packs warning was very stupid. All around me was mist, blood mist. It smelt of blood and glowing red eyes blinked out at me. I felt blood trickle down my cheak and snarled. The faint outlines of my attackers could be seen. But they made no sound. The only sound was my growling and frantic wipping around. I was doomed, that i knew. I took a step back then tried to run. My sudden movement had sent a frenzy through the grassland and the eyes began to move. Soon hungry roars echoed out and i felt myself be knocked to the ground. Pain seared through me as i listened to myself be torn at. Then there was nothing...





















