<span style="font-style: italic">Aleros and his pack fanned out, getting ready to attack. As werewolves, their bigger, faster and stronger than their natural counter parts. They also have the added benefit of being able to walk on two legs. Under his reign, no strangers would be welcomed into the territory. Strangers meant danger in his mind's eye. Strangers, after all, had killed his own pack and his mate. He watches them settle down before lunging out of the surrounding bush, seeking his teeth into the alpha male. They don't stand a chance.</span><br/><br/>An hour or so later, Jabez is on his way home. It had taken quite a few rabbits to fill his stomach. He wished that he still had his pack to hunt with. The slaughter in the clearing makes him almost bring up his supper. So much blood... looking over the bodies, he spots one that's still breathing. He thinks. Moving a little bit closer, he's sure she's still breathing. A quick glance assures that she's still alive, but she won't be for long exposed to these conditions. He careful gathers her up in his arms and heads back to his cave.<br/><br/>He lays the girl down on his own bedding, a mixture of soft scented grasses and furs now that the nights had grown colder. Though it's hard to do with his claws, he starts a fire at the edge of the cave, curling up by that fore the night.