A black wolf with grey eyes prowled through snowy woods. Everyone thought of him as weak because his fur stuck out like a sore thumb in the white snow. The smell of blood filled his nostrils. Not human...not Snow Deer...it's foreign. He slickly weaved in and out of trees. The smell was getting stronger. The grey eyes flicked to the left then to the right. Sniff. "Where is it coming from!" The wolf was getting frustrated. The black wolf stopped and thought. His mutation that made his fur black brought out better stuff. Stonger, faster, better instincts, he wasnt easily breakable as the other wolves when they fought bigger things. "Tybrius...is my name the strongest of the Wachondi Tribe, the strongest in all of Africa!" He howled and clawed down the moutian he was on, following that strange scent. Youre probably thinking why its snowing in Africa right? Well its actually 2015, and humans are gone. The world was hit by a constant meteorite shower knocking the Earth around until everything was opposite. Tybrius's tribe was smart and moved down from the coldest parts above England until it was safe. Yes this all seems not right, right? Its a story so get over it. Tybrius nose sniffed wildly, the smell drawing closer.