He had assigned his family members with different tasks. It was the first step to avoiding the hunters who thought some chant would end them. They were demons in mortal bodies and it would take more than an exorcism to rid the wolves of their true vessels. The monochromatic grey man had been scouting out lands. It was the first strategy, know the surroundings. He had found a nice crevice in the ground that he could just slide into. It was a spacey cave, one that his family would love to spend a few days in. It could be their home base, their home until the time should come for them to kill and maim and rape and pillage. It was a place that they could express sloth and be safe about it.
His green eyes darted around as he thought he heard footsteps. He cursed to himself in the tongue of his lineage of angels and demons. So many wolves forgot that his father was once an angel... "Quid nunc, pr? angustia creatura audet accedere Lucifer filius?" Anger was starting to spin out of control. What he heard was an animal skirting across the ground, prey. He didn't see it as that. His senses were on overdrive and God help whatever wolf next approached him. His fur bristled along his spine and his paws dug into the ground whilst his tail waved from side to side in an aggravated manner.
