They had fought many demons before; the wolves didn't need Lysander's directions.  They knew what to do.  Leaping at the demon, Lysander snarled, showing off his teeth before sinking them into the demon.  Due to the rather painful distraction Nero created, he was able to grab onto the demon's shoulder, bringing it down with his sheer weight.  That was what the pack had been waiting for.  Once an enemy was down, they all rushed in for the kill.  The screaming demon was buried under a total of eight wolves, and then the screaming stopped.  One of the wolves had hit a vital point: the demon was dead.
Pulling back from the kill, the wolves watched it warily.  Was this the real one?  Or a decoy?  They had to be sure.  Lysander watched it closely, waiting for the obvious signs.  The corpse stayed where it was; it was real.  If it was not, it would have shimmered and then exploded into black smoke.  Lysander raised his nose to the sky and howled in victory.  Answering howls arose from four other parts of the city, some quite close.  Now that the hunt was over, the other wolves would rejoin the pack.
Lysander shifted smoothly from wolf to human, standing up as he did so.  His wolf skin, draped over his shoulders as always, added an air of menace.  [color=0072bc]"Why are you here?"[/color]  He asked bluntly.  [color=0072bc]"This was [i]my[/i] hunt.  My pack and I don't need help."[/color]  He spit out the word [i]help[/i] as if it was a curse.  [color=0072bc]"We were doing fine without you."[/color]