Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

Greyback glanced back every now and then to the group of Easthollow, their members trickling in and rushing down to the hunt. His heart swelled with pride as he watched his packmates swarm to Valette's call and heed the instinctual drive, each of them scattering out into the heard.

Which Greyback now turned his attention back to. One by one the man tested the great beasts, nipping at their flanks and hind legs, weaving in and out of their vicious attacks to dislodge him. By now one had grazed him by his ribs, startling the man but only giving him more incentive to drive them apart. And with a growl, he pushed forward and tested a new one, his teeth finding a flabby bit of skin by a female's hip.

He heard it let out a call, and soon later it trashed, taking off from the heard and diverting into another direction. Good. Greyback fell back after that, letting out a deep alarm bark for all the members to go after it. "EVERYONE!" He thundered aloud. He had done his part for now, and as he slowed down to catch his breath he let his tongue loll out of the side of his jaws.