Journey to the Unknown

Vixen had killed two humans easily. Now she had to worry about the other two and there dogs. She already had scratches and a gunshot wound. Vixen took off again, the dogs and humans followed.

Tom whined, refusing to stay idle any longer. "You guys stay here," He called to the pack before bounding across the valley again. He stopped after several minutes, looking towards Poker and then in the direction of Vixen. The male whined, trusting the Poker had it covered by what he saw so he bounded off towards Vixen. Suddenly, he crossed her path, "Follow me," He snarled, turning back to the other humans and the dogs.  Tom flinched as a bullet whizzed by him and grazed his flank. "We have to go," He growled a warning at Vixen.

Vixen looked at Tom as she killed the last human. She was about to follow Tom when the dogs attacked her. She growled and she attacked back.

Vixen growled and killed two of the dogs. "We need to get rid of them or they will attack the rest of the pack." Vixen growled at Tom.

Tom nodded to her, "I know. But you're wounded. Go. I'll finish them offer." The male ordered sternly, leaving no room for arguments. The male turned to the rest of the dogs, snapping into a dogs throat and tearing at it before the dog went limp. Tom turned around and began to attack the other dogs. "Go!" He called to vixen again, "And get poker!"

Vixen killed another one then she took off to find poker.

Poker twitched her ears and leaned back biting into her numb. She tore out a small metal device and let it rest on the ground as she tried to catch her breath

Tom rolled under a dog, snapping upwards at its vulnerable underbelly. Tom tore at the flesh before rolling out from under the dog. The small wolf turned on the others, blinking blood out of his eyes as it gushed from a bite wound above his eyes. "Come on, all you got?" Tom snarled before launching forward and taking a larger dog by the neck and shaking his head violently. The few other dogs left would begin to snap and bite at Tom's body, forcing him to let go and take a step back before biting at another dog. This pattern continued on until all the dogs were limp and bleeding out on the forest floor. Tom let out a pained breath and began to look over his wounds. He had several deep lacerations, one above his bow, one crossing the side of his neck, and a few others scattered across his body.

Tom eventually stood up slowly and began limping back, walking slowly due to the blood that gushed from most of his wounds. He eventually saw Drop, Vixen, and Poker in the distance. He let out a weak bark but flinched slightly as pain rippled through his body.