He didn't have to wait long. This wasn't the Material, and there weren't mere mortals. In less than a minute, the pack has him surrounded, constantly moving in a shifting pattern, surrounding him, making it difficult for someone who relied on vision alone to keep count of their numbers. He'd know, of course, but fifty of them would still be a formidable force, when they all struck.<br/><br/>Another howl, this one met by every member of the pack... but no immediate strike. They continued to circle, then--<br/><br/>Almost exactly one minute after the howl, in perfect, coordinated silence, they began their attack, coming in waves from all directions, at a full, dead run, fangs and claws bared.