The forest was quiet, like it always is before they come. They usually come in threes, like a pack. Killing each other and my friends so that they may get to the hollow red tree in the middle of the forest, looking over the thin silver ones that connect to each other with hardened spider webs. Okami paced around like he always did, letting out short, deep growls every now and then. He never liked them. Not since they killed his mate. Almost killed me too, thinking that I'd try as well.
Never did try.
I don't have claws like him, but I have teeth. Okami is a wolf, but I am the Alpha. Fights for the top were frequent, always ended in cuts, bruises, bites and slashes.
The silver trees were opening.
They are coming.
They are near.
They are dead.
Okami leaped, teeth tearing apart one of them, jaws to throat while I dug my fingers into a soft part of another's chest and tore out the heart. The last one ran, salty tears in his eyes as he made a run for the clearing.
But that was when he saw his own, headless body sink to the ground. Defeated, he surrendered to the heavily cloaked Death God, whom took him along with his pack to the depths of the world.
Anyone who tries to cross our path will die.
This is our territory.
And your not welcome.
