The wolves watched as the three male cold ones cautiously backed away from them and into the trees before hearing them break into a run. Chief Black was confused by their behavior but seeing them back away like children that had been caught doing something wrong he couldn't help but to laugh; they did not challenge them as the first cold ones had. When he had first made the treaty with the one called Carlisle several moons ago he never expected them to remain true to their word – that they did not hunt humans. Still, this new comer had not been with them when the treaty was made. Watching the two of them fight one another had piqued the curiosity of many in his tribe. He had sensed the arrival of the additional cold ones when they had first arrived but they had honored the treaty so he'd left them alone.
As a general rule, his people didn't venture into town to socialize with the pale faces, but they did occasionally go to do business, trading for convenient staples. He didn't like the parting from their ways; the white man had too many strange illnesses that they knew no cures for. They enticed his people to break from their traditions that had served them well so for so long. But with the cold ones having taken up what seemed to be a permanent residence he now used these trips into the town as a way to learn more about them, and to make sure they had not broken the treaty.
From what he had been able to learn, Carlisle was a medicine man for the pale faces, a doctor they called him. The townspeople did not know much about them, they kept to themselves and aside from the doctor, were rarely seen except for a rare trip to the store. They had also not spoken of anyone having gone missing since the cold ones arrival. The treaty was intact from what he could tell and he would not allow his people to be the first to break it in spite of his concerns.
This latest development with them fighting amongst themselves was very interesting to them. Chief Black had changed into his wolf form to sneak up on the two of them battling one another that he had hoped would be to the death. He had hidden back in the trees watching them knock over trees with the others body, slamming into anything in their path and their bodies never yielded. They never seemed to tire either. They swung fists, branches, anything they could at one another. He watched in awe, amazed that these cold ones could fight with such ferocity against one another when they lived as a normal family would have. Others from the tribe that had heard the loud noises from the ensuing battle had gathered near him watching the spectacle before them. They all new about them, he would not keep the knowledge of cold ones so close from his people; they could not risk letting their guard down when the enemy lived just over the river. The children of the tribe had been taught not to go near the river; it was easier than trying to teach them about the boundaries of the treaty. They had all heard the legends of their tribe and as far as the younger children were concerned the cold ones were just part of a story, but a couple of the older boys had been touched by the tribes magic and had transformed into wolves after the last two had arrived.
Never before in the histories of the tribe had there been tell of more than two with the magic of the wolf. He tried to remember every single detail of all the histories and not one of them had ever mentioned more than two, and they were always direct descendants – the magic flowed in their blood. He was at a crucial turning point for his small tribe and he knew what he did next would be critical. He did not want to risk a battle with so many of the cold ones, especially with the level of brutality he was witnessing. The last time their ancestors had crossed paths with the cold ones, it was only one at a time and the results had been devastating; would they be able to survive an all-out fight with so many cold ones willing to live and possibly fight together? He would need to speak with the tribal council first, but he intended to speak with Carlisle. Chief Black wanted them to leave these lands, he did not want this for his people, and he would try to convince them to leave peacefully.
