Ziel stood ontop of the gates for hours, the intence look in his eyes caused his own pack to become gittery in his presents, Ziel looked like he was going to leap over the hundred foot metallic sixty inch thick doors. The clothed man suddenly appeared behind him with a report.<br/><br/>Clothed man: Sir! We have scouted the area from a twenty five mile redius and found a truck with a sleeper attached behind it, however something seems suspiciouse about it sir! There seems to be triangulare objects surrounding this truck!" Ziels view suddenly glared at the clothed man as soon as he heared the report, a dark milevilant grin appeared across his lips. "Finally...." Heslowly turned towards the horizon as the sun began to rise, his thick red fiery hair sways in the dawns wind. The dust of the waste land blew over the surface like a ocean of waves.<br/><br/>Suddenly without warning Ziel lept over the walls, landing on his feet, both his hands in his pockets tucked away in his pockets,he seemed unphaced by the landing that grin still upon his mouth, his pace began to get faster. His men maining thier positions whilst the absence of thier pack leader was gone, they had to keep atiht defence. "I don't need to know where you are..." He takes in a deep breath, then releasing a sigh "I can smell you..." He suddenly burst into asprint, his hands whiped out his pockets, his speed was able to match the speed of a normal old and Ziel was still human.<br/><br/>One of the pack members saw Ziel's speed and with a shoocken voice he asked the clothed man "W-what is Ziel....?" The clothed man not taking his eyes away from Ziels form as his leader dissappeared in the sun's rising replied only this "He is the most strongest wolf I've ever seen....." His voice seemed dazled by the awe his leader was able to create.<br/><br/>Ziel speeding towards the truck, created a dust cloud behind him. It was only a matter of time before he would be able to meet this intruder and (Request) an answer on why he was on Ziel's lands, if a prpoer answer was not given he would do to the intruder as he had done to the white wolves earlier. A swift combat for thier execution. For in his mind there is no room for those who did not fight in what they beleived in.