Shadow Mountain A hell within my head

Fear.

He had never felt it so strongly - had never felt that icy grip of pure terror that encased his heart in a grave built from the shadows, had never experienced the cold breeze seek such bitter access into his body, like a dragon's breath that would consume all it came upon. Maheegan remained close by Ryple, the only one he had spoken to during this entire ordeal - the petrified man trembled in the snow, nose twitching in apprehension. What was to happen in this nightmare? Oh, the summon could not mean anything good. He pressed closer to his companion, breaths coming in short gasps and violent trembles taking hold of his thinning body. 

"Oh... R-Ryple, Ryple, Ryple, what is h-happening? What w-will be-bec-become of us?" His frightened whisper reached only her, tail tucked between his legs as the pair remained still beneath the ledge that the Nightstalker rose up on. The other wolves, they had begun to swarm, to gather around in a sort of messy circle, and suddenly he knew. He knew. The sudden shock of the realisation hit him so hard that the air almost left his lungs entirely, and his eyes widened to the point of nearly popping from their sockets. This was no ordinary meeting - he was aware something was wrong with these wolves, and now he was certain.

He was going to die.