James was running through the trees at a brisk trot when the howl rose up in the distance. Sliding to a stop his ears flicked this way and that, before he let out a short huff. 
  
   Stepping on he made an abrupt and brief howl in response to the first. It hadn't been that much farther ahead, and was filled with more of a warning tone. James didn't know if he should be worried, or relieved that a wolf had called out. Hopefully that meant that the blood he smelled on the air was from a wounded were, and not a dead body. 

  Coming to what looked to be a small clearing he slowed and gazed cautiously through the trees. Grey fur blending with his surroundings the male approached the tree line, then came into the open. 

 There, were two wolves.......and two corpses laying in a pool of their own blood. 

 James' blue eyes went wide and his body went stiff. One of the dead wolves, a female, caught his gaze. 
A feeling of sadness and rage filled him, and he turned his stiff gaze to the two living wolves standing at the other side of the clearing. Had they done it?