The woods were silent, too terrified to speak. Another crashing sound as a huge oak fell to its death. A yellow wolf stood near it, his teeth bared and his jaws opened in a snarl as he looked around with glowing eyes. Ragnarok snarled again and moved to another tree. He sunk his fangs into its bark and easily ripped its roots from the ground as though he were pulling a weed. He threw it and it crashed into the underbrush. He growled low and looked back and forth, his rage overtaking him, though he still knew what was going on. He walked over and stood at the edge of the overhang he had traversed before. He clenched his jaws as he remembered his sister throwing out Lyrics.