Thunder Dome sgt. fury and his howling commandos

Wrapping this up; feel free to post again if you wish but it is not required. I will archive this in a couple days time.

His pack joined in his howl, but they were a couple voices short, and the missing bodies did not go unnoticed by the black wolf. The howl died off, the day was quiet and still. His alpha female, finally seeming to be over her fury with him, approached and slid her muzzle beneath his own. The tension that had seized his muscles let go briefly, and he nuzzled between her soft ears. Then with a woof, he turned and lead his wolves back to the ridge.