Duskfire Glacier [Plot] the big bad wolf

There were sounds coming from a thicket nearby, from the dark that had been the root of his attention for a few hours now. Hassun couldn't make out the words - if wolves could actually communicate in that manner - but he recognized something in the noise that alerted him. The children were playing, or had been. The movement through the dark was one such child, silver-streaked, able to catch the pale light which penetrated between the trees. A proper target to be sure. Hassun was glad upon this discovery; he moved as quickly as he could in to an intercepting position, and then hunkered down low. As soon as this bundle of wolf flesh was close enough, the cat would strike - there would be no stopping him. He'd put the fear of the wild in to these wolves and drive them out one by one.