sound of a gun

Morgana wandered the borders of her dark pack, contemplating leaving. It had come across her mind to visit the territory of the new pack, Silver-something. She hadn't left the haunting woods in quite a while, having no need to, but now it was getting a little boring. There hadn't been a trespasser to terrorize in some time.
However, she had a nagging feeling that something big was going to happen soon, and that she would be there for it.
Her nose flared and twitched, smelling something out of the ordinary. Accompanying it, three wolves. She growled; they were not from the dark pack.
She followed the scent, getting closer she realized that one wolf had a superior scent, probably an Alpha. Morgana snarled; didn't Alpha's have their own territory all to their selves? What purpose would one come here? She realized that it could possibly be an attack, and only she was present. Running faster, she wanted to intercept the wolves before they reached the borders.
Reaching the strangers, she hid behind a large pine, watching the wanderers. They seemed to be lugging some sort of creature, one that she very faintly remembered. It sure looked delicious. Her mouth watered and she absent mindedly started drooling. She stepped from behind the pine, curious to what they were doing with the creature.
What are you doing? She addressed the wolves, putting in her intimidating and dangerous look.