Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Ezekiel was glad when the beta and another of his brothers joined him. They were still outnumbered, but he felt better about their chances now. Of course those better chances still ran a pretty thin line. More and more wolves filed in from the other pack, and a snowy white female stepped to the front of the rival group. Zeke stepped back as his beta moved forwards to speak, the black wolf talked of diplomacy, of helping this other pack and then sharing the prize. Zeke hated this idea. If it was him, he would've already pissed off the alpha female and started a fight. Lucky for him, he wasn't alpha. His lip quivered into a faint snarl as the russet girl began to circle the bear. That should be him, he and his new pack mates should have the kill.

However he put his trust in Steady and stayed back with Phocion, muscles rippling with tension. While he wanted the prey so badly, a fight wasn't the answer and he knew it past his testosterone drive. He scanned the other crew, icy gaze flitting around from wolf to wolf.