Max charged through the woods, he could feel his tail whipping hard on every branch he touched.

THAT FUCKING RUNT!

He ran further and further, his anger was making his vision grow blurry, he couldn't see the trunk he was about to hit. Before he could make contact with it, Max abruptly stopped.

His breathing was heavy from running endlessly through the branches.

Suddenly, his attention was pointed to the tops of the trees. There was something off about them.

The sound of the wind blowing the leaves didn't seem right. It was almost like a humming.

He tilted his head in confusion. It was almost like a melody.....

He walked closer to one tree, wishing he had his human legs to climb.

Max looked back up, and there he saw hundreds of crows looking down at him.

They appeared to be waiting.

Waiting for what though?

Suddenly, he could feel himself sweating while standing there looking straight up unable to move, as if he was paralyzed.

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He whimpered.

He could hear footsteps running up to him.

"Oh my God." Max could tell Zackary was looking up too.

He could then hear Matthew not running but walking up to them.

Max could hear Matthew gasping.

Yeah, Matthew was also looking up.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Matthew wondered.

Completely forgetting his issue with Matthew earlier, Max replied.

"I don't know......"

Suddenly, from high above, one of the crows began to speak: "Death will come to thee..."

"Uh, what did it say? Did anyone catch that?" Matthew asked them.

I have no clue, thought Max.

One by one, all the crows spoke the same line, loud enough for them to hear.

"Death will come to thee, Death will come to thee, Death will come to thee!"

"We need to get out of here." Matthew spoke softly.

Max then said "No."

"What? Do you hear what they're SAYING? Death will come to us!"

"I don't think we should even move." Zackary whispered.

"What CAN we do!" Matthew retorted.

The humming grew louder, to the point it hit the ear drums.

Max didn't want to risk moving, but he had to cover his pointed ears. So he did.

Then all hell broke loose......

The birds cawed loudly and rose into the sky, hundreds of them emerging from the trees.

They all flew in one direction, forming a circle.

The humming wasn't helping them either.

Matthew was right.

THEY HAD TO MOVE. NOW!

"RUN!" Max cried over the humming.

They all ran, not worrying about what was behind them or above them.

The birds swooped down. Two or three of them would grab and peck hard at their flesh, their talons sharp enough to tear them apart. Something about these birds weren't normal.

These strange beings were the size of bald eagles.

Through the pain, they kept running.

All of a sudden, a large black wolf came in behind them, Matthew looked back at him and yapped.

"Uh, guys?"

The other two looked over their shoulders and saw him.

Who the hell was HE?

The black wolf spoke, "Follow me!"