Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140609203131/@comment-23371555-20140610195400

Shreds-Many-Prey was stalking through the forests of Falkreath searching for the pack he had left several years before when he spotted three half-breeds. He caught them by surprise and pummeled one into unconsciousness before slipping into the overgrowth. He could smell fear on the other two. It smelled good. Darting in and out like a forest demon, he subdued the other two and quickly bit their throats open. He was then able to feast without interruption. As he was finishing up the last carcass, and wolf emerged from the brush. A wolf he recognized.

"Beta?"

"Alpha, my scaled friend," Beta greeted him. "You have returned.  I take it the bipeds have rejected you?"

"I tried hard to learn their ways.  It just wasn't enough."

"They call themselves hunters, but they know not the meaning of the word," Beta shook his head with remorse. "The rest of the pack is waiting.  Come."

(Note: the italics is not telepathy by any means.  It is simply the various expressions, scents, and body language that make up the wolf tongue.)