Buried in the snow were three robust black wolves. They hadn't frozen to death; they were bitten to death!
Each wolf had a fatal wound on its neck. The powerful bite had snapped their necks in one go! Their bodies bore almost no other injuries.
It indicated that the mysterious predator had killed the black wolves with ease, leaving them with no chance to fight back.
A sense of dread enveloped my heart. The wounds were terrifying, and the massive bite marks were chilling.
I had never heard of an animal capable of killing black wolves so effortlessly.
Even tigers and lions couldn't do this. I suspected that its presence might be related to the blizzard. When a storm like this hit, some animals would expand or leave their usual habitats to search for food further away.
More importantly,
