Easy
prey for hunters like himself, and Okar had come upon fresh word of such a
savage attack on a village nearby only a night gone.
If the pack hastened, they would get a few nights worth of full bellies.
Okar stopped dead in his tracks and sniffed the air. He emitted a low growl, and his pack froze.
"What is it?" his son, Malach, rose up to his full height and asked.
"Silence!" Okar hissed harshly. "I can smell it. I can smell it so much I can almost taste it. Yes, my son, soon you will taste Humaine flesh..."
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