James growled at the sight of the other wolves; wondering for a moment if they had murdered the others. His body tensed and a snarl threatened to escape his throat. 
 But then a second female with dark fur gave him a threatening growl and moved to stand between the bodies and him. She almost seemed protective.....

Frowning James went quiet and stared at her, then spoke softly, "How did they die?" 
 He gestured with his muzzle to the corpses and nodded, "Was it you?" His voice broke with a suppressed growl. 

Stepping slowly foreword the male watched the others. They were as tense as he.....and only the one had blood on her body....

  His anger for the one female's death slowly diminished and he stood up with a flick of his tail. For a moment his eyes rested on the male in the back.....a rather large wolf.