Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

After an hour, Ace fell into a deep slumber. His front legs were starting to move a bit. He began to dream and the flashback appeared in his inner mind. In his dream, he was a very young wolf and he was walking alone in the darkness. He was desperately looking for his mother and his siblings. Not far from where he stood, an amorphous figure came out from behind the thick fog. An ominous laugh began to ripple through the dark cave. Ace doesn’t know who it was, but the laugh was familiar and the unknown figure was getting closer and closer. His enormous father emerged from the fog with a malevolent smile that cracked the corner of his lips. He was walking towards his son. Ace shut his eyes and breathed heavily. The frisson of alarm went through his little body. He was getting ready to feel usual pain from his father’s claw, but he felt nothing. Opening his eyes, he realized that his father was ignoring him. He was going after his mother instead. Ace’s eyes were getting watery when his father approached his injured mother. He knew exactly what he would do to her. He would see that terrible scene every single day. His nightmare stopped.

Ace was still sleeping next to Whisper. He was turning frequently on the ground. Once he opened his maw, he emitted a low growl, and then he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He rolled on the surface again, his paws trembling as he bared his teeth fiercely. He returned to his previous nightmare. The little Ace was still standing in front of his parents. He rubbed his eyes and he glared at his father. Bravely, he lunged at him with his full speed. He could see that his father was raising his bloody claw to hit his mother. Ace bared his little teeth, his paws touching his vicious father. “Leave her alone!” The adult Ace spoke in a guttural voice. His words were reverberating through the den. His nightmare stopped again, but he had a difficult time to wake up.