The white wolf walked through the city of Jamaa, smoke rising into the gray air as the dark clouds shifted, dragging ash with it. A shriek shot into the air. He shifted his bright red eyes to the scene, his head turning. The gray spiked collar bounced as he saw a few wolves viciously ripping apart a bunny, letting out morbid snarls and gurgles. A foaming substance dripped out of their mouths, soaking into the fragile creature's wounds as they bled out wildly.
A few eagles cackled at the sight, only for one to be shot down. It shrieked as it fell from the tree it perched on, its "friend" flying off. The bird hit the ground, a cheetah rushing over with a bow and arrow on its back. It tore into the bird, blood leaking out of its belly.
The wolf raised himself onto a rock. His bright white pelt stood out like a light in the dark. He looked around himself. All he saw was blood, tears and death. Jamaa was falling. The alphas couldn't stop the sickness spreading around. They were considered "dead" and "rotten."
An arctic wolf sliced a wolf's belly open, locking its jaws on its innards and ripped them out, causing the canine to howl in agony. The large wolf held its victim down, tearing into its stomach. The same foaming substance soaked into its pelt, causing its prey to violently shake and sling its head against the ground. The mangy, long-furred wolf ripped out a kidney, slinging it aside for a tiger to snatch up and eat. The sick wolf sliced the throat of its victim, leaving it to die. It went after the tiger.
The white wolf slung his head to the side. He stood up on the large rock, leaping onto a fallen plank of wood. He leaped onto the Diamond Shop, which was now crippled and burnt. He looked at what the sickness had done.
The plants were shriveled. The Mira statue had toppled over and its wings shattered, the head breaking off. Bodies piled on one another, blood staining the ground. Their insides were ripped out, their eyes wide open. He saw his brother, his throat slit open and innards hanging out of it. He cringed, his eyes watering up. All around his sibling's dead body were lifeless, gory heaps of fur. Nobody cared.