Stone Circle I smell children

Despite the pack's efforts the pale woman managed to twist and pull out of each and every grasp with little care for the flesh that was torn in the process. West had given it all he had, but in the end, he just wasn't fast, never had been and probably never would be. As the witch of a woman tore off towards the meadows, the woodland boy came to stop his tongue slipping from his maw as he tried catching his breath.

He was beyond pissed, but there was no catching up now. At the very least, she was gone, but it didn't change the anger that brewed within. He needed to do something, a distraction before he did something he would regret. A growl rumbled in the boy's chest as he was quick to turn on his heels and head towards the woods, at least a hunt would be productive.

West leaves here unless stopped!