A boy and his father walk through the forest on a calm winter morning. The forest is clothed in all white, as the freshly fallen snow has yet to be trodden on.
The boy walks next to his father, whistling a tune, when suddenly his father stops all motion.
Confused, the boy asks his father, "What's wrong, Pa?"
"Nothing yet, son. Just don't move, " the father tells his son. He then points so that the boy can see the reason for their sudden stillness.
The boy squints his eyes, and focusing hard, he sees the outline of one white wolf. Seeing the massive, intimidating creature, the boy's heart floods with fear.
"Don't panic. We're fine as long as it doesn't how-"a musical howl cuts off the father's words from the lone wolf.
"Howl…." the father finishes his sentence. "Run!" he shouts at his son, leading the way.
As they race through the woods, the wolf chases after them, singing his howl while he pursues the prey.
The father tries to interrupt his tune and throws a snowball at the wolf, hitting the creature square in the face and abruptly interrupting its song. The wolf snarls and rams the father in the back, sending him face first into a tree.
The boy stops, seeing his father knocked out so suddenly. His attention is quickly refocused as he watches the giant wolf circle him. Fear invading his body, the boy stands motionless as the wolf licks his chops.
The father jumps back into the scene, landing a mean kick on the beast, knocking it away from his son.
The beast eats the blow, and a fierce snarl leaves its lips. Its growl warns it's about to rip the man apart. The man has no fear in his eyes and is ready to fight the wolf to the death to protect his son.
As they stare down before mortal combat, a howl interrupts the tension. All three, the father, the son, and the wolf, look towards the direction of the howl.
A pack of wolves stands in the distance and quickly comes rushing down the hill to join their brother wolf.
Now reunited, a group of eight giant ass, white wolves surround the boy and his father. The father holds his son close behind him as he tries to anticipate where the first bite will come from.
Then, out of nowhere, a second howl is heard. The boy's heart fills with dread as he fears that a second pack of wolves has also answered the call.
But unlike the previous howls, the howl just heard was not musical, like the white wolves' howls were. No, this howl sounded… challenging.
Every wolf in attendance is no longer paying attention to the boy and his father as their ears perk up, trying to locate the source of the howl.
The father doesn't know what is happening either, so he quietly tries to back away from the scene. Another howl from the unidentified source makes all the wolves jump around in the opposite direction and run past the father and son.
The father and son are frozen in place as the wolves snarl and bark profusely.
The father and son, slowly about face, to keep the ravaging wolves in front of them, as they try to make their retreat. The father freezes as he sees what has been howling and challenging the wolves.
Or rather, who.
A lone boy with long, dark hair stands across from the savage pack of wolves, all barking at him unforgivingly. But rather than run away, the boy howls again, this last howl the loudest of all three of his howls.
Then, the crazy boy starts to sprint right at the wolves. The wolves tear through the snowy forest floor, racing one another to get to this stupid boy first.
The father and his son watch in terror as the first wolf reaches the boy. But that fear turns to complete bewilderment as the boy slides underneath the wolf's open jaws and throws a powerful jab at the beast, sending it straight into the air and a shower of broken branches down in return.
The boy slips and slides seamlessly through the pack of wolves, dodging bites and dealing heavy hits that clearly leave the wolves damaged with each blow landed.
The boy and his father watch in amazement as the boy fights these giant beasts with ease and comfort. Watching him, this boy looks like he is just going through the motions rather than fighting for his life.
The boy slips in the snow, and that's when the wolves land their first bites, gripping his leg and shoulder and simultaneously trying to rip his limbs apart. But not one muscle on this boy's body budges as the wolves sit there with their fangs sunk into his flesh.
The father leaves his hiding space and his son to go and help this child, who is now about to lose his life.
The boy yells for his father at the sight of him foolishly running to the rescue. But it's too late, as his father is already halfway up the hill.
The boy fighting the wolves feels no pain, as the wolves tug and pull at his limbs, trying their hardest to at least make this boy bleed. As he watches the rest of the wolves all dive in at once to take a bite at him, time slows down briefly.
With six wolves about to converge, the boy is aware of what is about to happen. But for an apparent reason, all his focus is on the man who is unknowingly about to interrupt his venting, and endanger his life.
Realizing that the situation has turned serious again, as the possibility of death has been reintroduced, Cordayl turns the gravity up and smashes the wolves into the snowy dirt, halting their pursuit immediately.
The father, who is about 10 yards away, suddenly feels an immense pressure weigh down his steps, making it impossible to walk. Then, it becomes hard to stand, and the intense pressure eventually brings him to his knees.
Cordayl watches mercilessly as the wolves on his shoulder and leg unwillingly slide off of his body, breaking their sharp teeth as they fight to hang on to his unscratched skin.
Cordayl watches as the wolves lay there, pressed into the ground. Still seeing the fight in the pack, Cordayl increases the pressure even more.
The father is now on his hands and knees, sweating and pushing his muscles to the max to avoid being resorted to laying face first in the snow, like the wolves, but the pressure is too much, and he crumbles, unable to move a muscle.
Cordayl notices the man, unintentionally caught in the crossfire, and narrows his gravity range to release him from the strain.
Still watching the wolves, Cordayl doesn't let up until the wolves start to cry and beg on the snow-flaked ground. Upon hearing their submission, Cordayl releases his control on gravity.
The wolves slowly get up and trot away to retreat and recover from their embarrassing loss.
The father is breathing hard as he tries to regain his composure. Picking his glasses up and placing them back on his face, the father pushes himself to a resting position on his knees.
When his breathing returns to normal, he opens his eyes to see the young boy who had just saved him and his son's life, standing in front of him with a hand extended.
The father, surprised again, takes the hand and stands to his feet. Once back on his feet, he sees now that this boy is actually a young boy, probably no older than his son.
The father stares at him, amazed at what he just saw and even more amazed at what he just withstood. Finally finding the words, the father says to the boy, "Thank you."
The boy smiles, then falls back into the snow and collapses.
The father quickly drops to his knees to see what is wrong with the boy as his son races to his side.
Sitting the boy up, the boy regains consciousness. "Thank you," Cordayl says weakly.
"Are you hurt?" the boy ask.
"No, just hungry." Cordayl answers. "Are you?" Cordayl asks the son. The son shakes his head no as an answer. "That's good," Cordayl says, weakly standing to his feet.
The father helps him up. "Why did you decide to fight all those wolves? You could've been killed," the father asks.
"I told you I was hungry," Cordayl answers, holding his stomach.
"You were hungry, so you were going to eat a wolf?" The father ponders the statement. Then he lets out a jovial laugh and slaps his knee. "My wife is going to love that one. Well, son, if you are hungry, you are more than deserving of a meal. Would you like to have breakfast with us?" The man asks Cordayl.
Cordayl hesitates. He has been wandering around by himself for so long, not trusting anyone for even longer. But this man had a sort of air about him that made Cordayl feel safe around him.
Plus, he hadn't had a home-cooked meal in so long, and just to taste something other than overcooked meat would taste like ambrosia. "Sure," Cordayl says, agreeing to the free meal.
"Alrighty then, climb aboard." The man says to Cordayl, hinting for him to climb on to his back.
Cordayl hesitates again, as trust is something he has lost all of. But feeling the fatigue of the fight, Cordayl decides to take the free ride.
Grunting a little as he raises his feet, the father tells Cordayl, "Our home isn't too far from here, so just enjoy the ride and try to regain some of your strength. My wife's a hugger, and after I tell her this crazy tale we just witnessed, she might hug the life out of you." he laughs, beginning the journey home.
His son walks beside Cordayl. "That was the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life. You really are amazing, you know that!? I mean, the way you punched those dumb wolves was crazy." The boy reenacts the fight for Cordayl.
Catching himself talking at light speed, the boy calms down. "I'm sorry I've been rambling. I'm Tavis. Nice to meet you." The boy introduces himself and sticks his hand out.
Cordayl smiles and shakes the boy's hand in return. "Cordayl."
"I'm Pa. Well, everyone I like calls me Pa, so you can call me Pa, too, Cordayl. If you'd like. But I'm telling you, my government name isn't as cool." Pa jokes.
Cordayl laughs, his first in a long time. "Pa is cool," he says, his stomach growling as loud as one of the wolves.
"Don't worry, we should be home right about… now," Pa says as the house comes into view.