Alpha's Orders
No more words are given to the pack, there are none needed; simply follow the Alpha and that is all. Through the woods he paces, the ten miles nothing to him or his wolves. Soon he slows his pace before coming to a complete stop, the light of a campfire catching his eye and he knew he has found them. Stepping up onto a small cliff over looking the campsite he lets out a near silent noise mimicking a chuckle. They have no idea. “Kill them, kill them all”, he commands his pack forward.
Pierce was all but ready to carry out anything his Alpha asked of him and the rest of the pack. He's grateful for the full moon, letting free of any of his guilt for at least a night. It's possibly just what he needs to get himself out of the odd behavior he's been in. With intent eyes he peers down at the campfire. The wolf makes no hesitation at the order, and wastes no time in rushing down to the makeshift shelter. The natural ferocity comes out in him as he draws closer. Snarls and growls sounding as he comes up, so unremorsefully letting his primal traits take over as he begins to tear into flesh.
