*Humans*

The sun catches for an instant on something, then is gone. A faint sound of feet crunching through twisted, dry weeds is audible to only those nearby. The hunter raises his gun, aiming it directly at the lightly hued wolf lying quietly only a hundred yards away. He fires.... the bullet meets it's mark, tearing through the wolf's slender side and delivering a fatal wound. Hardly having time to react to it, Mist is gone...

The hunter drags his prize back to town, only leaving a small pool of blood and a few tuffs of fur behind.

Moonshadow

She watches, unable to stop what is happening. Once the hunters were out of sight, she let out a mournful howl.

Storm Dancer & Ninaki

The two stand behind Moonshadow, also witnessing the horrible event. They let out short half howls, deep and ringing. By now, the pups have grown to the size of a wolf, but they are still adolescences with much to learn.