[alf's brother's mate]

CHAPTER 1

PART 3

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Fang's charge hit home as he cascaded through a long tent made from his own kinds skin, bringing one of the imminently soulless inhabbitants wiht his, a small baby bundled in material.
Fang bared his immense canines and moved them forward over the screaming baby's neck, preparing to clamp them shut, when suddenly an enraged figure, brandishing an enourmous axe came charging out from the tent, screaming in a series of unintelligable shrieks, some related to
"get the hell of my baby you son of a..." but the man was cut short as Fang twisted is body away, then slashed across the mans back, swiping his claws across his rear abdomen in an arc, drawing three thick lines of blood. The man clutched the mark in agony, but was dropped once Fang had chomped into his side. The pack leader then spun around to go back for the child, but it had dissapeared.
Dake and Grip clawed away at a woman and her husband who were trapped under their tent, while Blane forcefully bit into a mans thigh who was attempting to escape from the camp.
Terriel, a younger member of the pack approached a man wielding a large axe with smears of red and blue across his left and right cheeks.
Terriel was a relativley quick wolf, maybe not quite as sharp as Fang, say, but not slow. Not at all. He raced forward baring his shining white, sharp vicious teeth outwards from his mouth, headed for the man's shin. The man, who was close to seven feet tall, swung his axe in an arc at an incredible pace towards the lower spine of Terriel. This came as a surprise to the young wolf, seeing this man swing his axe at such a pace, considering his height the agility of this figure was nigh possible, but unfortunatley for Terriel, this was th last thing he saw, as he was literally cleaved in half, his upper half of his body rolling away towards a tent. The rear end of his figure rolled away down the easterly slope, and stopped abruptly at the feet of Dake...