Never tired, never slow, never weak. This was the Grawl mantra. Its what kept the beasts in full sprint through the woods jumping and ducking the whole way. Their brown fur made them look like shadows in the shade of the trees, formless blurred shadows that were gone on the blink of an eye. The only audible sound was an occasional grunt or some loose foliage being moved.<br/><br/>The pack leader, brawny and tall with fur as back as night came to an immediate stop with the others stopping almost as instantaneous as he. His short snout pointed slightly upwards as sniffed the air, tasting something new. He lowered his head then turned to his pack.<br/><br/>"Smell different. Approaching fast. Set trap!" He grunted. Wasting no time the ten other Grawls dispersed, some climbing up trees, others hiding behind them, but they were all positioned in a radial formation fifty feet in diameter. Patiently they waited. Their controlled breathing kept them ever so silent and their senses on high alert. The smell was the first thing, something not of this world, or even their world. Then the footsteps. They were subtle and quiet but just enough for their highly tuned ears to pick up. And then their target came into sight. The strange clothing arrangement almost sickened them to the point of anger, but they remained calm and patient.<br/><br/>Then at once they attacked. The leader dropped down right in front of the smaller being to block her path and simultaneously two others came from her right and left sides, one sweeping her legs and the other slaming its large clawed hand into her chest, a palm blow that was intended to incapacitate yet the little one showed surprising resilience. Winded for sure but she fought back. The grawl who swept her feet yelped in pain from her retaliation.<br/><br/>The leader wasted no time. With unnatural speed he burst towards her, pushing his own out of the way and lurched his large hand out wrapping his fingers hard around her throat, lifting her up before slamming and pinning her to the ground. He kept his wait on her chest and his grip tightened around her throat. Eyes as dark and red with hate pierced into her soul as he could feel her life force draining from her body. Within an inch of her life, he released her and summoned two others to pick her up by her arms.<br/><br/>"Carry! We go!" He spat as he quickly turned back to the direction they came and started leading their march back.