*Jeep*

A dull green jeep rumbled slowly through the forest, the smell of car exhaust being emmited from the vehicle. Inside sat two humans, who seemed amazed by the lands. After a few minutes of slow driving, the one on the passangers side opened her window just enough to throw a piece of chicken tied by a string out of the window to drag on the ground as they went. She hoped this would draw in the wolves, or at least the scent of meat. After a few more minutes the jeep slowed to a hault, the two inside sitting quietly and waiting.

Nightcrawler

With new pups in the terra, Nightcrawler felt a pack duty to investigate any possible threats to their safety. And humans definitely ranked high on the 'possible threat' list. He was small and exceptionally lithe, but the open lands at the foot of the shallow mountains didn't offer a heck of a lot of cover. It didn't help that his pelt was pitch-black, either. But the wolf did what he could, stealing around in any vegetation or objects that might offer him cover from human eyes.

At first, he followed the jeep by sight and sound, closing in on it as it tooled along. But then, he was again prompted with curiousity as the scent of chicken seemed to trail the vehicle. Despite himself, he felt his stomach growling and his nose working overtime to locate the source of the delicious odor. He was almost too taken by the thought of food to realize that the jeep had stopped.

With a start, he caught sight of the vehicle a few dozen yards off. Hesitantly, he peered at the object with striking yellow orbs, trying to pick out any detail that would tell him it was safe or dangerous. He had learned that some humans were kind, and others were cruel beyond reason. Very cruel.

*Jeep*

The woman in the passanger seat had been keeping an eye on the wolf, having seen the black form, although now that they had stopped her eyes were on him even more so. He didn't seem afraid, which was good, but she had to remember to keep her cool. A small motion told the driver what to do. And as he moved to the back of jeep, he opened a small window especially designed. He peered out, not doing anything else.

The woman puleed the string some, causing the chicken to move a bit and move some of the dead leaves on the ground. It would hopefully drive more intrest in the item.

Nightcrawler

He tensed as movement, even the slightest amount, came from the humans. He struggled inwardly with what to do; his experience with the two leggers was so mixed! But the chicken was tantalizing... Nightcrawler remembered one time, back at the Rothas Park, when a kindly human fed him some beef jerkey. And another time when a human had allowed him to get within striking range without doing anything harmful. Of course, there were the bad times too; before he ever arrived at the Valley.

As the wolf debated, the chicken caught his attention. What the heck was it doing...? It was certainly dead, right? But... oh well, that was humans for you. Strange things happened when they were around. Now his stomach rumbled more and his mouth watered. Being so wounded earlier on had prevented him from hunting as much as he needed, so his frame was a touch leaner than normal, but not overly so.

Finally, hunger and curiousity won out. Eyeing the jeep as he approached, Night slunk closer to the chicken. He paused for a moment, turning his attention to the humans with hesitancy once more. Then, like a striking snake, he jumped forward, stabbing his muzzle down to try and snatch the meat and pull it away...

*Jeep*

The man in the back watched the wolf, pulling out the dart gun slowly. As the wolf leapt for the foot, eh pulled out the dart gun, aiming quickly and skillfully before pulling the trigger, hoping to lodge the dart into his thigh.

Through this the women held the string to the meat, letting go once the gun went off. It had been a rather quiet shot, but you never know if you have your mark. With intent eyes she watched, hoping, preying that she had her shot.

Nightcrawler

Nightcrawler gave a sharp bark in alarm, dropping the chicken at once and springing away from the jeep. A quick glance told him his fears were real; he had been darted. Knowing all too well what the tiny little object would do to him, he began to run flat out as fast as he could.

Stupid, Night! He thought bitterly to himself as he flew across the ground, long limbs moving fast to gain him distance from the humans. It wasn't long before his legs felt weighted and heavy, despite his lightly-built frame. His sharp eyes struggled to gage his surroundings, but quickly were losing touch. Eventually, he made a miss-step and went careening to the ground, paws flailing. Nightcrawler struggled to get up and made it a few dozen yards farther before balance left him and he staggered to his side and fell heavily.

Feeling dazed, he bobbed his head up and gave a shaky howl, warning his pack to stay away and hide. To hide the pups. Then his skull drooped down until his muzzle touched the earth. Feebly, he scratched at the ground with his paws, but was unable to rise. Not long after, his entire body gave in to the paralyzing affects of the drug.

*Jeep*

The instant the wofl went off running, the man seeed to appear back in the front of the jeep, turning the vehicle on and following as best as they could. It wasn't long before they found the fallen body, the chest movuing up and down proving he was still alive. Quickly the two jumped out of the jeep, the woman opening the back of the jeep and the man running to pick up Nightcrawler. He would be the new subject for the center. The man lifted the male into the jeep where a soft floor awaited. He then jumped back into the driver seat while the woman stayed in the back with the wolf as they rove off to the wolf center.