This is the reedit of my story. I changed things around after learning how to write with wovles and learned more wolf pack structure and habits.
Lethero put his snout to the ground and took in the many scent of the surrounding forest. It was filled with the familiar scents of scat, urine, and other woodland creatures, but there was a scent that stood out from the rest. A scent he feared and hated. A scent of a beast that chased him from his home and brought much pain and suffering to his pack. His ears stood up trying to see if he could hear the noises that went with the smell, but all he heard was the quiet sounds of the forest at night.
“Keep silent and stay alert,” Lethero growled to his pack behind him. “There are humans around.” He continued forward, his paws noiseless against the soft forest floor. He felt the tension of the pack behind him, all ready to flee in a seconds notice.
It was two days since they had to run from their home. The night was quiet as it was now, but then the silent night was broken by howls from hunting dogs and the cries from the humans as they charged forward. Yelps, howls, and much snarling tore through the night. Lethero and what was left of his pack ran as fast and as far as they could. Once they covered their scent they rested and continued as far away from their old home and went in search for a new one. Only two members of the pack were lost that night: Lethero’s mate: Arnora and his only cub: Io.
“Lethero, can we stop and rest. My paws grow weary,” called Porla, a she-wolf whose fur was darker than the sky above them.
“A little further,” Lethero replied. “The scent of humans is still in this area.” They continued farther into the dark forest. The only sound they heard was their own heavy breathing and the chirps from the crickets.
“Stop here,” Lethero growled when they reached a thick cluster of trees on the crest of a small hill. It was free of human scent anywhere nearby and provided cover from anyone that could stumble across them. “Arnora, Polosk, see if you can find food. Porla and Tilon, you can rest. I will keep watch.”
“No, I will keep watch,” said Tilon, “you need to rest. You’re pushing yourself to hard.”
Lethero’s lips raised to a snarl exposing his white teeth. “It is my duty to protect the pack,” he growled. “I will keep watch.”
“But, Lethero...” Tilon let out a yelp as Lethero bit him by the scruff of his grey furred neck roughly, silencing him instantly. Tilon backed up and exposed his neck to Lethero in submission. “As you wish.”
“Anyone else have any objections?” Lethero growled menacingly. The pack stayed silent as the woods around them. “Good.” Lethero paced to the edge of the trees and stared over the expanse of woods below him. He laid down and placed his head on his paws. Slowly his eyes grew heavy and he unwillingly drifted off to sleep.
