Pine mixed with a hint of oak…cold, fresh water…rabbit…a doe and two fawns…the scent of his territory which stretched far across the snow-covered plains, through the thick forests and on and on for miles… All his. As he inhaled, his sharp senses caught a hint of something foreign, something that didn't belong. Something that wasn't his.

The sound of screeching breaks bellowed out through the once quiet street. In the distance, a truck had roughly snatched around a corner and came barreling down the road, aiming to beat the yellow light. Its rackety old shell was clanking crudely against the barely attached hood, though it was hard to hear over the thunderous engine. The driver, drunk, did not see the girl.