What do you do when the devil comes for you?

A large paw landed in front of him. Baldur squeaked, stumbling backwards. He landed on his back and saw that his father was attached to the paw. He calmed, but then his dad picked him up by the scruff and set him in front of another wolf. He was afraid of this wolf, but he was also curious. Baldur whimpered, looking up at the new wolf. This wolf was much smaller than his father. Baldur sniffed up at the wolf which caused him to cough from inhaling the rain. His face wrinkled up in a scowl. That had not been a pleasant experience.

His body started shuttering softly. Baldur did not understand why. He had not told his body to shiver, but it was uncontrollable. He was cold. Very cold. Another whimper escaped him as he curled up into a ball at the paws of the small wolf. He decided then that he did not care for the rain. It made him feel horrible.