Wolf looked out and observed two large indivduals walking toward the mound. Casually Wolf drew down his NVGs.While attempting to give the appearance that he was just looking around, Wolf looked toward the covered area where Hirsch was, and saw a flash of green light. Hirsch used the tiny IR light on the NVGs'. Wolf blinked his back twice. Code for "you good?" "Im good." The light only visible if one were wearing night optics, or one could see in that spectrum of low light. Satisfied that his team was still covering him he raised the NVGs again. That's when he thought he felt the ground shift ever so slightly. When he looked down he was brought out of his paranoia by a voice that greeted him in English.<br/>Wolf jumped back a bit once he got a good view of the person that talked to him. As it was it wasnt a person...rather a humanoid cat creature.<br/>"What the fuck?" He said quickly, instinctively he clicked the M4s safety to auto. The creature stood, as if he were refined, dignified. Wolf clicked the weapon back to safe and lowered his rifle even further. The mound was becoming crowded.<br/>What the hell was going on? Where had these "people" come from?<br/>Staring at the cat man fourty questions rang throughout his head. Wolf tried his best to pick out the most proper.<br/>"Are you Japanese?" He said then shook his head at the stupid question he just asked.<br/>"I mean who and what are you? And where are you from?" Wolf asked. Feeling exposed he tried his best to look as non-threatening as possible, even though he wore body armor with a full combat load and his M4 with attached M203. Given this fact Wolf took his hands off his rifle, and let it hand close to his sternum  from its sling, and placed both hands over the buttstock.<br/>Before either of them had a chance to communicate Wolfs premonition came true. The ground beneath his boots and began to shift, the weight of all these bodies, and the obvious warzone it was; proved to be the mounds undoing.<br/>"MOVE!" Wolf screamed but it was too late. Turning on his heels he lurched forward only to step on a section that gave way, he disapeared beneath the dust.<br/>Wolf was close to the edge, parts of the fall he slid down the side cutting his downward  velocity, but the way was not smooth...or soft. There were points when he would slide off a cliff and fall for roughly 10-15 feet before slamming into another cliff, bouncing fall another 6 feet and slam into another ledge. He rolled, flipped, and slammed into the side over and over. Wolf was trying with all his will power to keep his body tucked close and around his rifle. If he flailed he risked breaking a limb.<br/>After one last ledge, he rolled to a stop. Wolfs vision spun. Everything hurt. Grunting with pain he rolled over and spat out blood, working his jaw he spat out something hard, it was white but covered in blood.... that's when Wolf realized that was one of his teeth...a canine to be more exact. Sitting up with a groan he checked himself. Relieved he still had his weapon, and nothing broken, bruised and battered maybe, but not broken.<br/>"Well....that sucked," he said spitting out more blood.<br/>Pulling the IR filter off his flashlight, which was mounted on the left side of the barrel of his rifle, he shown the light around-light discipline be damned at this point.<br/>"Hey....Cat-dude! You aight?" Wolf yelled.<br/>When he heard someone asking if everyone was alright Wolf shown the light up and yelled.<br/>"Meet near the light!" He yelled hoping the survivoes would see hia surefire and move toward it.