Around Tirren, the Beowolves circled, stepping over the corpses of their brothers. They snarled, jaws snapping and throwing spit with each chomp. From the tree, the rest of the pack turned to stalk towards Tirren as well, the boy's flame attack drawing more attention than Daiki's double slash on the two Ursa that were left. 

The Alpha sneered, pleased with Tirren's landing spot, as he was surrounded on all sides. About ten Beowolves in all, not counting the Alpha, who stood behind the two rows of five that were dashing around Tirren. With a loud bark from the Alpha, three jumped at the Hunter-to-be, bouncing back with a whimper when they hit his shield, although he had to react quickly to block them all. They were knocked back, but not injured, as they shook their heads and joined their brothers again, waiting for the tiniest opening before attacking once more.