Frostivy gasped, blood dripping from his jaws; his and the hunters'. As quickly as he could manage, he limped back towards the scent of the others. Suddenly, the scent of a human tainted his nostrils. He growled quietly, following the stench of human sweat and gunpowder until he spotted it. The hunter leaned over the body of a dead wolf that he couldn't recognise, because of how much blood there was. The hunter yanked up the limp corpse by its' leg and dragged over towards a truck.
That murdering b*****d! he thought, rage consuming and heating his blood. Finally, Frostivy gave into to instinct and lunged from his hiding spot. The hunter fought and shot at the powerful wolf, but Frostivy was blinded by rage.
But it was soon done. Frostivy stood over the maimed hunter, his pink fleshy face trembling. Just as he was about to kill it, Frostivy loosened his grip and backed away growling.
"I will not be like you, murderer." he barked in a tongue unlegible to the hunter. He had made a grave mistake.
Frostivy's eyes bulged as a bullet hit his side. He gasped and fled, crashing into trees along the way. Finally, he collasped in a clearing, the scent of his mate, Tenderheart nearbye.
"Tender...heart..."
His breathing evened, though wheezes and gasps still present.
"So I am to die then..." Frostivy closed his eyes "So be it."
((will he die? Someone could save him or let him die.))