The cold winter snow shined in the moon light, as six figures ran through, attacking the snow with their feet as they power ahead. Each a different look, Each a different style, as they all come to a stop. They each lift their necks as they let out shattering howls throughout the night, but another pack seemed to have heard. An enemy to this pack, to which their name IS... The Pack. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Preston, why'd you stop howling" Preston turned his head towards his golden furred friend. " I thought I heard something in the bushes..." Lachlan turned his head over to where he was looking and sniffed the air " Rob..." Rob turned to Mitch " You have the best nose, do you smell anything?" Rob lifted his nose into the air and took a deep breath in " Its them" Rob said as he got in defense mode" Jerome tilted his head " Who?" " Crafted" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey there!!! This is my very first fanfic, so don't judge... Plz? Any way don't be a jag and only read if you want....