Northstar Vale Red-mob, we insects hide

The thing moved, and Saleem froze in his tracks, not wishing to be detected, lest his lunch speed off before he could eat it. The prey made noise, some words he couldn't be bothered to decipher. Somewhere, deep in his still-forming brain, he did know that it was the same type of creature as himself. Then again, it smelled nothing like the wolves who lived here, and it smelled more like food than anything else. Saleem's nostrils flared, taking in the scent.

It rolled and wobbled unsteadily to its feet, and Saleem could see its weakness now. He remained behind the bush, low on the ground, his body tensing until just the right moment.

And then he leapt, jaw agape and murder in his eyes.