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    Finally hearing Stealer by waking up and pacing backwards, Whirlwind was just about to howl by until he hears a rustle in the bushes...Sudden glowing red eyes staring at him with growling and breathing arch from the tall bush! The young Omega tuck his tail between his legs, stepping back one paw at a time until three wolves dart for him with arching fangs and claws pointing at him!


    Whirlwind sprint off like a mad wolf he is as he tries to return to his pack; however, the Silent Hill wolves form their plan to perfect, that they made Whirlwind into the wrong way towards the gully where he'll be trap from those killing wolves!


    "HELP ME!! SOMEONE HELP!!!" howl Whirlwind

    Nightrun had nodded obediantly, before could hear the Omega's call for help. She let out an alerted bark before bounding out of camp, soon finding Stealer as well. She followed at his tail, fangs bared.

    "Stealer, there's Silent Hill wolves here!! They're biting my tail!" bark Whirlwind trying to climb a nearby highrock

    Nightrun charged silently behind Stealer, beginning to let out barks and growls of aggression. Silent Hill wolves? here? I don't think so... She thought, teeth baring.

    OOC: We need more members!! But for now...


    The leader of this hunting group, Warhog, growl as he suddenly halt from the sight of Stealer and Nightrun. His bold shoulders lean over as he swift them to to crack a few bones to ease himself from chasing after the Omega; his thick brown pelt with covered with gruesome battle scars while one of his eyes was completely gone from the last moon battle near the moors not far away. Claws digging through the ground with fangs hangs down from his smirking muzzle amuse by the warriors.


    "Oh, is this your Omega? I thought he was a target practice from my pack! Why care so much for your pathaic Omegas; however, that doesn't matter, but what does matter is why was he in OUR land?" ask Warhog

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    Stealer slowly turned his head to look at Whirlwind."You let out an important detail, Whirlwind." He growled smoothly."However, you are now on our land. I must ask you to leave."

    "Did your leader told you that? Ha! These lands belongs to our past wolves who claimed this spot ours- And it will be now!" growl Warhog breaking the dirt with his claws "Now leave or I'll kill you!"

    Nightrun stepped forward, growling menacingly. "We won't hesitate to rip you to shreds, you're lucky we're even giving you a chance to leave. Now take it before things get ugly." Her solid black body was lowered to the ground, legs set in a fighting stance. Her long fangs were bared and her claws were out and ready.

    "The ugly thing here is the three of you! Now, by our Alpha law, we must attack outsiders for standing in our lands! Too bad that your Alphas aren't here to help you!" bark Warhog pulling up his half chewed tail to commend his hunters for battle

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    Warhog's grin sudden fell flat as he howl to his hunting group with anger and sharp, "Silent Hill wolves...Attack or kill them!!"


    The group suddenly bolt towards the Black Mist while Whirlwind duck for cover in a damage log