Biding my Time

All at once he was outnumbered - something he should have seen coming. When there was one wolf, there would always be a second; they were a plague from the westlands that Hassun did not want to trifle with. But his stalking and his attempt at assault had brought him close to the red wolf, and the subsequent snapping of a creature behind made him retaliate in haste: he gave up on the subtleties of sneaking and charged at the crimson interloper, a blur of neutral gray and hissing, in an attempt to sink his claws in to some part of the animal. The red animal seemed surprised by his appearance, and just as Hassun was stunned by the arrival of the second wolf he hoped to use the momentary pause to his advantage.