What do you do when the devil comes for you?

Loud sounds woke Baldur from his usual slumber. He whined at the rude awakening and glanced around. He was disturbed even more as his mother got up. What was happening? Their world inside the den was dark just like it always was, but the ever changing dark and light of the entrance was a mixture of both. There was darkness cut with flashes of bright light. Baldur whimpered at the strangeness, not sure what to think of it.

Unexpectedly his mother began to move him and his siblings towards the monster at the den's entrance. He squirmed in panic, crying out in fear. What was she doing? Why was she giving them to the monster? As she pushed them past the entrance, something began beating against his fur. It was cold, even the air outside the den was cold. His eyes were forced shut by the pounding of the cold wet stuff. Which made him even more afraid.

There was a strange sound as his mother followed after them, a cry from her, and then the smell of blood. Baldur tried to crawl to her past his siblings, whimpering. What had happened to his mom? The ground was gooey and hard to crawl across, but he managed to bump into his mother. He cried out to her, wanting her to pick him up.

He turned to the sound of paw steps and saw a giant wolf appear from the storm. It was even larger than his father and had another smaller wolf on it's back. Baldur attempted to hide beneath his mother from the new monster. But then another smaller wolf joined the first one. The big one picked up his sister before setting her down again as a wolf fell off it's back. The smaller wolf wasn't as scary and began to lick his sister. His eyes, still squinting from the storm, shifted back to the large wolf. What was going to happen to them?