The whole pack is on call as a couple of gunshots ring out in the forest, your family howling as they rally everyone together to fight off this threat. Your father, Slate, looks to everyone. "Find those humans, before they kill anyone. I want to make them grovel for attacking this pack." He said, growling with ferocity.
With that, you all fan out, searching the nearby forest. You head off in your own direction, listening carefully to the sounds of the forest. The crack of a branch snaps your head to the left, and you hear a human whisper a curse.
Knowing where they are, you snarl, warning this prey that you have in your sights. They stand, sprinting off away from you, and you give chase, barking.
With the natural stupidity of humans, the human trips over a rock jutting up from the foliage. They fall on their back, and you pin them beneath you, revealing that they're a young woman covered in camo gear.
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