In the fog the only humming can be heard, his calm voice echoing among the dark corners of the forest. He calmly buries another member of his pack, dead in battle. "Don't be afraid of death" resounds a second voice, of a wolf standing right next to him "After all, it's part of us, part of our lives. And the dark reaper is gracious and will lead you straight to the eternal hunt." The wolves looked at you - one looking like death in the flesh, and the other, like his good friend, assuring you that it won't hurt. That's what Death is. You are facing Death in the flesh.