Jargos would have bitten into Wendell's neck, but this experienced warrior wolves weren't some oversized stray with more brains than muscle, they were an elite fighting force, forged in the fires of countless northern battles. Wendell had heard the singular suicidal wolf approaching but let the deformed pup get close before dropping into the snow while his airborne attacker flew right over him.<br/><br/>Immediately the pack formed into battle formation behind the beta, Wendell. "Foolish stray....You've come to meet your death, then let us not delay your desire!" Wendell growled, he could almost not wipe the smile off of his snarling lips. Wendell charged directly in, a bold move in order to draw the Jargos' attention, while the other's circled around him and came in at his flanks. "Kill him quickly, we have business to attend to...GRRRRR!"<br/><br/>Wendell again used diversionary tactics, leading in with is head high in the air, it begged for his victim to take the bait and go for his exposed neck, but this was exactly what Wendell wanted, once the other wolf took the easy shot, Wendell would spring his trap, coming over the top and catching the unsuspecting wolf in the back of the neck and forcing it to the ground. After this younger wolf's last bold, untrained attack, Wendell could only assume that the pup would fall for the ruse.