[ WP ] You are a resident of a remote town with a population of around 1300 located in Russia , and have just been besieged by a large pack of 400 wolves . You must hold out until you can get assistance from the government . [ xpost from /r/todayilearned ]

I could here the scratches in the snow and the subtle growls of this packs leader through the thin walls of my work shed. Their coordination for their numbers was staggering. 400? Had I heard that right? The garbled transmission from my radio could n't be right. They knew I was in there. I groped around in the poorly light shack for my bolt action custom scoped kalishnikov, normally stowed beneath my aluminum work bench. Luckily, it was in the house with my wife and our son. 
 
 A spade was my only viable weapon of choice. The wood had been aged heavily by the massive temperature swings of many seasons. Its rusty blade demanded sharpening, but there was n't time. I could hear them bumping against the aluminum siding and scratching around mouse holes, probing for any weakness to exploit. I was the delicious chewy center in an aluminum prison. I drew heavy breaths and pictured my family back in the far warmer cabin less than a kilometer away. I clenched my salvation and drew the handle, releasing the catch on the door. The movement of the beasts stopped as the old hinge clicked free of the socket. 
 
 I burst free, full sprint towards sanctuary, snarls and growls grew closely enough I knew I'd gotten as far as I could without becoming as helpless as the reindeer these devils were after. I whipped my battle axe backwards as I turned, catching the leader square in the side of his jaw, slicing it's cheek and knocking it aside with the strength of my determination. I braced myself as the pack took pause to examine their brutalized leader. 
 
 A bold successor stepped forward, snarling with vengeance in its breath. I took my chance to step closer to my house, bracing myself for the wolves next moves as they began to trot faster to my sides for a coordinated flank. I was only 10 meters from my door but turning my back or allowing them behind me would mean certain death. `` URSULA!'' I bellowed, raising my spade and cracking it down, charging away from the door upon the successor, lay the beast low and shocking the others who began an uncoordinated charge towards me. 
 
 The fury of such beasts is not to be trifled with. I carried my momentum, turning into the bulk of the right flank swinging my hammer through the spine of the first beast I came upon. This shattered the blade at the hilt and I was left only with my free fist to crush the wounded beast's face into the icy path beneath us. I rose quickly and stomped through the creature's skull spewing brain and blood across the snow. 
 
 As the first of the beasts closed on me it lunged through the air. I could only grab at its throat and beat it with my free fist. It's brethren circled in and began grabbing my free limbs, tearing away at them with vice like grips. A shot rang out and the savage on my chest dropped dead on top of me. The remainder could not bear to sustain more losses and began to retreat even before a second and 3rd shot brought two more to hell. 
 
 My wife ran to me and carried me inside with my son close behind, holding his father's gun like a proud champion and stoic guardian. He was strong for 12 but clearly had been sneaking lessons instead of studying. Good boy. 
 
 My wounds were grievous but not fatal but the smell of fresh blood may have enticed another attach if not for the heads of the dead being placed on the perimeters of our property thanks to my son's skilled knife work. 
 
 Even as I write this note to you now though, I can hear the howls of the other packs nearby. I hope this will never be read, but we'll see just how desperate the cold has made these loathsome terrors.
