Stone Circle I'm just so alone

A call came from the borders, one unfamiliar yet for one who was. Arlette. It seemed strange to the boy that someone called for her, she had almost become a ghost within Easthollow's walls, yet even still he was sure she never really left the hollow. That was until recently.

West wasn't sure where his sister had gone, but one thing was certain, she wasn't here. The woodland boy traveled calmly, intent on breaking the news to whoever was calling until he too came upon the scene. A mass of wolves had gathered at their borders and for a moment he found himself frozen in place as the fur along his shoulders and spine rose with the burning sensation in his gut.

One was unfamiliar, a male with scars riddled across his face, though he was too far to detect the familiar scent he carried. Likely, he was the one to have called. Racing from behind a stark shadow bore teeth as she lunged for the stranger a familiar boy at her side. Ursus. The last one was unfamiliar but based on how he ran to join he could only assume he too came from the bear pack.

Green eyes shifted to a movement at his side as his gaze locked onto the sight of Merrit, quick to charge with some crazed look to his eyes. It almost seemed as if he had fallen into another world as his brother lunged, marks set for the unfamiliar Ursus wolf. It was the nudge needed to spur West into action. Compared to last time, their numbers had yet to overwhelm them and he knew that he could handle at least one of these wolves with ease.

Paws thundered against the ground as West closed in, his head lowered like a bullet as the glint of his fangs shone through. For now he would avoid the stranger and shadow, his eyes glued to the boy he had fought before. It only took one hit last time, one throw to the ground to put the numbers in their favor. A growl rumbled from his chest as he neared, fangs reaching to grab the other just as he had before by the throat.

When will these damn wolves LEARN?!