P-IIII- The Giant Freak-Out and General Cowardice
Two nights after Jat had joined, Nanook was lying awake under the sky of stars. He couldn't sleep, and just spiraled in and out of thoughts, dreams, worries, fears, and alertness. He couldn't keep focused on the world around him; he was too busy thinking.
Then, he caught sight of a wolf upwind. This was strange; being upwind, Nanook should have smelled him first. He looked awfully familiar. But what was most striking about him were his glowing eyes.
The wolf called to Nanook, "look out!" The call sent a chill up Nanook's spine.
He turned. And there was the bronze wolf he had been warned about. The very sight of him made Nanook's ears go back in fear. There was just an air of evil that hung around the wolf like a cloak that swished off into every direction, sinking fear into the very hearts of anyone it reached. What was worse was the fact that the wolf was less than ten feet from the pack that was still two-thirds sleeping.
Nanook's hackles raised. He quickly woke the other two whose eyes, still sleepy, shot open. The alpha female and omega cowered. Nanook saw the sense in this and ran for the hills, literally, with his faithful followers trailing behind.
From behind, they heard the worst, blood-curdling laughter the three put together had ever heard.