The other werewolves made their appearance before the human hunters, three large canine shapes weaving through the trees. Joshua’s ears flicked forward with surprise as he peered around at them, having only expected two to show up. Six of them had been in the woods for the attack and he knew for a fact that two of the pack had died... A momentary flash of regret washed through him as he remembered that [I]he[/I] had been The cause of one of those deaths, but quickly shook his head to rid himself of the lingering feeling. He couldn’t focus on his former actions right now, especially not with Hale around.

The others slowed to a stop, tongues lolling as they panted, eyes flashing with anger Still. Brandt and Carl, the two original wolves, had been joined by Donovan, one of the wolves that had been left behind to guard the den. His black fur was barely discernible in the darkness as he stood between his packmates, though enough of him could be seen that his respectful lowering of his head to the alpha didn’t go unnoticed.

perhaps that was why Hale didn’t jump forward immediately and tear into him for abandoning his post, though the grey wolf still snarled as if he wanted to, lips pulled back from his teeth. The fur bristled along his spine as he stalked forward a few paces, yellow eyes glittering dangerously.

Ears turning back, Donovan pointed his nose towards the dead werewolf on the path in answer. It was only then that Joshua realized that the wolf must’ve been Stefan, Donovan’s brother. The black wolf‘s lips pulled back from his fangs and he released a quiet growl, clearly expressing his fury over the death of his family.

[I]’...But how did he know his brother had died in the first place?’[/I] Joshua thought after a moment, glancing between the brothers and then towards Hale, wondering if the Alpha had caught the discrepancy.

At first, it appeared that the gray wolf had noticed the anomaly, his gaze turning from Donovan to the dead Stefan and back again. But a moment later, the hostel snarl faded from his face and he released a resolute snort, dipping his head in acknowledgment and permission for the other two enact revenge.

As The other werewolves slid into place on either side of the path with quiet rustles of fur and foliage, Joshua found himself blinking contemplatively to himself, yet another unanswered question in his mind. Suppressing the sudden urge to sigh aloud, the russet wolf dropped his chin to his paws, closing his eyes as he tried not to think. He hadn’t been at it very long when his attention was drawn by a new sound however.

Eyes opening once again as he lifted his head, he looked towards the rhythm of running footfalls, watching as a young man darted past his hiding spot. He had just a moment to register that he recognized the figure before Donovan and Hale irrupted from the bushes and took Chase, fangs exposed. Rising to a seated Position, Joshua hesitated on what his next action would be, aware that Carl and Brandt had poked their heads through the bushes, watching the other werewolves chase the boy with expressions of excitement. Tired of the entire affair at this point, he instead looked back in the direction the boy had come from, curious if anyone else was going to make an appearance.