Drake yelled out in pain, the other hunters seemed to back off with him down. He dropped the sword, before he forced the wolf off of him, he backed away. His jaw clenching, then unclenching. He swallowed, but otherwise didn't show or smell fear. He looked to the other wolves, he didn't utter a word yet the others knew what he was thinking. With that he looked to the white wolf that had bit him. He smelled something way out of place, he took a deep breath. "Damn it," the other hunters heard him. Before he launched himself grabbing his sword and then turning back around just as another vamp crashed into him his sword went through the vamps heart turning him to dust. "Damn why now hunters we need to move now! Or we might as well be as good as dead if I'm smelling sixty of them tey must've followed." With that every hunter started running, Drake castes one last look at the wolves before running himself.