I woke the next morning, it was quiet so I thought the pack had gone hunting.

Guys I forgot like all da pack so ya.

I noticed that FullMoon was staggering across the clearing, her old age catching up to her. I padded over to her, she dipped her head in greeting.
"As you guess the pack is hunting, and a few are on patrol to keep stray wolves and other packs away," she said her voice cracked, I nodded. A howl in the distance told me they caught something, I helped FullMoon to where the howl came from. We were eating when a gun sounded, our heads shot up to see a hunter. We all looked at FullMoon, he unusual coat was now a blood filled clump of fur. We all growled at the hunter, we all attacked him. He shot at us, we dodged the first few bullets but one of them managed to hit me. I stumbled backwards, the pack had killed the hunter when they noticed me. By then my eyes were closing, they crowded around me trying to save me. By the time they had patched up the whole I was too far gone, my eyes closed and all I saw was darkness. I saw a light to one side, the pack surrounding my body to the other. A wolf, her fur filled with stars appeared.
"You have two choices, you can be among your ancestors and let the world we were born into be destroyed or you can go back and save it," she said, I looked once more at both ways. I knew I had to make a choice, and I had to make it fast.

Cliff hanger guys, which way will she choose. Will she let the world be destroyed by a threat I am not telling you, or will she save the world from this threat. You decide in the comments which way she should choose, the most votes on either side will determine her choice.