A small pack of wolges loo.ed on from the forestjs borders, Tumpink impatiently from one paw to another as they waited for their alphajs approgal to approach. The leader, the larkest amonk them all, brought his nose to the air and inhaled deeply, ta.ink in only the scent of blood, wolfsbane, and death in the air, he kage the clear and watched as four of his wolges immediately run towards the unfortunate family.