The bolt of lightning shot past the plane and disappeared into the grey clouds. Seconds’ later thunder rumbled in the air echoing around in the plane. Hail hit the metal body like a burst of bullets from a machine gun. Passengers screamed and ran up and down the aisles and a baby began to cry. Another blast of lightning hit the port engine of the plane and suddenly there was silence. The engine spluttered and then ground to a stop. Then the plane tilted sharply and began to plummet to the snowy world below. It clipped the snow-capped pines, spun 360° and smashed into the icy mountainside, spilling its contents. A small bundle was thrown free from the wreckage before the plane slid into the gulley below and exploded. Wreckage, bodies and parts of baggage were thrown everywhere and as silence returned, a baby could be heard screaming.
Lunar led her exhausted pack through the snow. What were once a proud, sleek and powerful set of wolves with magnificent grey coats had become weak and tired animals covered in snow, as scary and fierce as a new born puppy. Lunar was different to the other wolves though. Even if a grizzly, polar bear or another wolf attacked her pack, she would fight to the death or until the other creature would surrender. Lunar carried on trudging through the snow and then stopped. A human invention, some kind of massive, shiny bird was falling down from out of the grey clouds. It hit the trees, flipped over and then crashed into some rocks. A small object was thrown out of the plane, just before the bird exploded sending bits of wreckage all over the place. Lunar suddenly took off, over to the bundle that had been thrown out of the plane, the explosion still ringing in her ears. The rest of the pack waited on the snowy hill. When Lunar got there she realised that the bundle of blankets actually had something alive in there, a small human cub, wailing his heart out. He looked at Lunar, smiled with his emerald eyes, muttered something about a ‘big doggy’ and fell asleep.
Lunar led her exhausted pack through the snow. What were once a proud, sleek and powerful set of wolves with magnificent grey coats had become weak and tired animals covered in snow, as scary and fierce as a new born puppy. Lunar was different to the other wolves though. Even if a grizzly, polar bear or another wolf attacked her pack, she would fight to the death or until the other creature would surrender. Lunar carried on trudging through the snow and then stopped. A human invention, some kind of massive, shiny bird was falling down from out of the grey clouds. It hit the trees, flipped over and then crashed into some rocks. A small object was thrown out of the plane, just before the bird exploded sending bits of wreckage all over the place. Lunar suddenly took off, over to the bundle that had been thrown out of the plane, the explosion still ringing in her ears. The rest of the pack waited on the snowy hill. When Lunar got there she realised that the bundle of blankets actually had something alive in there, a small human cub, wailing his heart out. He looked at Lunar, smiled with his emerald eyes, muttered something about a ‘big doggy’ and fell asleep.