Avalon & Pack

Avalon and Xena were the alphas of the Hidden Shadows pack. They were skilled by a long shot, and on their next verge to kill humans.

With cold brown eyes looking straight forward, Avalon stalked to a large pile of old trash. He stopped and turned around, keeping his tail held stiff as he glared at his pack, following strongly behind. "Today will be the day we kill humans. Do not attack until given orders." He turned back and kept low to the ground.

Xena followed and sat next to him, eyes looking straight at the followers, lazily padding along. She dashed back and nipped Polo and Voltaire, urging them forward. Her bark was demanding as she trotted back to her mate's side, growls emitting from her throat.

Voltaire sped up and also kept low, ears laid back in an uncomfortable position. Then he raised up and padded to a tall pile of junk. He climbed it, and searched around, his eyes scanning the icky land. "Nothing yet!" he called back down to his fellow pack members, and to their leaders. He kept a good lookout though. He was the scout.

Polo ignored it and laid in some shade watching Avalon and Xena. How pitiful and cold hearted they were when they were looking for humans. Tail started slapping against the hard mushy ground as he looked to his fellows.

Nakita yawned, getting bored. Her pelt gleamed in the sun as she continued on, head straight up and tail up also. She didn't care about the humans, so she didn't exactly 'enjoy' hunting them down and killing them. She did know humans would sometimes be around here, so instead of plotting herself down, like she would have, she still stood and watched around, eyes still losing interest.

*Humans*

A human was throwing out some of his trash when he noticed the wolf standing atop the mound of trash. He let out a terrified 'yelping' noise and then pried a pipe away from a peace of old car. He started charging to the one on the trash, and he stayed at the bottem, for the mound was to big for a uman to climb. He waited eagerly for the wolf to come down, so he could swing the pipe and hoefully hit. He was completely unaware of the pack.

Avalon & Pack

Avalon's head turned when Voltaire let out a sharp bark as the human came running. A smirk of evilness spread across his maw. His eyes lit up as, with tail hanging low and idle behind him, he walked to Voltaire. He turned his head to his pack, and quickly howled loud and long, signaling for them to attack.
He watched eagerly as they all dashed from around the mound of trash and hurled themselves at the human.
Voltaire went too. He started biting angrily at the human anywhere, they needed to leave soon. The others were all biting eagerly a the flesh. Smelling a familier scent of a wolf they had met before, Avalon quickly barked "Lets go! To the Tall Grass Prairie!" He started to turn when his pack started running off. He looked back to the human, drool sripping from his maw as he let out a furious snarl.
Then he was gone.