Stone Circle I smell children

In the time it took for the woodland boy to arrive, so did others. Perhaps they too had picked up on the strange scent or heard of the commotion as their numbers grew. From there everything moved fast. The woman opened her mouth to speak, though it seemed she realized quickly the situation she had created as it shut just as fast while limbs splayed in an attempt to run.

A war cry hit his ears as Valette rushed in, then Siarut, from there it was all fangs. Another snarl escaped himself as he too lunged eagerly for his own fangs to take down the woman. Though as his jaws clamped down he was left with only a tuft of fur as Rosina ripped away from his mother and uncle tearing through the plains in an effort to escape.

Spitting out the fur, he growled as West too gave chase. He was never the fastest, but the fury that built drove him forward as paws thundered against the ground. Get back here, yoU PUP NAPPING TERRORIST TRASH! Chances were the others were right behind him, but he had become too blinded to notice. Right now his vision had narrowed as his only goal became stopping this woman.