*Reindeer & Humans*

A group of six reindeer, all harnessed together in pairs, were pulling a long, wide sled. They struggled and strained against the burden, digging their hooves into the ground and stretching their necks forward. They looked in rather poor condition, many with open sores from where the harnesses dug in. Their eyes were wide so that the whites showed, bloodshot and glossy, and their mouths open. Clear signs, as in horses too, that they were being overworked.

The human with the reins flipped the strands against their backs, urging the tired beasts on. A whip was lashed out now and then. A group of three tourists sat in the back of the sled. Men armed with guns and cameras, 'experiences' the wild back country. Also piled on the sled were several large bags, weighing the contraption down so that it left large ruts in the ground.

Tagg, Wrath, Mhera, Bandit

Tagg:The wolf was perhaps one of the greatest trackers that ever lived. His sense of smell, sight, and sight were awesome. He and his pack were starving and Tagg had picked up the scent of blood. For days he lead the pack in the right direction. He stopped and sniffed the air then the ground their had been tracks, but he trusted his sense of smell more. He howled and took off hot on the trail of the reindeer and people.

Wrath:The wolf could send shivers down anyones spine. He was a blood thirsty killer and was only cooperative with his friends or family. His best friend Taggerung or Tagg as he preffered was leading them towards some herd or something of wounded animals. He followed hot on his trail and was ready to sink his teeth into flesh.

Mhera:The she wolf trotted nervously behind the two males ready to spring into action. The first thing she would do would be to hide her son Bandit. She worried about him so much she didn't want him to grow up and be like Wrath.

Bandit:The little pup whinned playfully he thought that attacking something and killing it was all a game.

*Reindeer & Humans*

The reindeer labored on, dragging the over-weighted sled behind them with its burden of humans. They could not scent the wolves, who were downwind of them.

The humans did not have the luxury of a good nose, and wouldn't have smelt the wolves if the wind was blowing it right up their noses. But their eyes were good enough. One man thought he spotted movement behind him. Curious and spoiling for a kill, he raised his riffle and waited to see if anything would come into his crosshairs.