Silence greets their call, any sound suffocated by the darkness.

Then, there's a rustling sound. Something moving just behind the storage containers, waiting for them to draw closer. Enough waiting offers them the vision of a large, gray wolf plodding out carefully from around the storage containers, snout smeared with blood. Viscera and flesh hang loosely from its open jaws, and its lips curl back as it lets out a rumbling growl that threatens them off decisively.