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.