Thunder Dome sgt. fury and his howling commandos

The beta wolf followed his leading male across the joint borders into enemy territory. His injured neck twinged and he stepped more gingerly for it. He cast a hard-eyed gaze around himself as the pack travelled upward and kept his jaws clamped tightly, refusing to acknowledge the strain upon his limbs, lungs and heart with panting breaths. He huffed through his nose instead, playing the part of an angered bull well, but for his lean build. Farstep could never amount to the heft and weight of a bull, but that truth never stopped him before.

As they climbed higher, the dog fanned out from the group, drooped his head and grazed the ground with his nose. Inhaling deeply several times, he traced the scent of their adversaries higher and further from his comrades, but there were no tracks less than a day old here. At length Taggarik determined that the rival pack was gone and called off the search with a thundering howl to challenge the gale that seemed to permanently writhe above the mountain. Farstep planted his paws upon a sturdy ridge and tossed his head back, adding his voice to that of his leader.