[h2]The Same Pack of Wendigoes, Down to Four Total - Ice Moon[/h2]

As the flames of the dragon shout reached one of the wendigoes, the other three of the main pack recoiled away from their smouldering comrade. It was instinctual, clearly, but there seemed to be a great fear within them. Though the alpha did not back away from his target, chomping down on the buckshot that was in his teeth and cackling, the other three not-on-fire wendigoes turned tail and fled. Fire was bad for wendigoes. VERY bad. Seeing his pack flee, the Alpha let out another upset howl and sliced at Dante's chest, attempting to draw blood.