The seven friends had just finished rinsing out the pollen of the dope flowers at the small river that once divided the packs, and now they were on their way to a Hunters' Camp on the other end of the wolves' territory. The sun was now starting to set, and shaded the sky in a bright gold, with the clouds a darker orange.

"So, what does it mean when the list said to 'torture the hunters'?" asked Garth.

"Well, you know those humans who are always hunting our alphas just for sport?" replied Shakey, "Well, we've always wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine, you know? Make them the prey while we are the predators? Ya know what I'm saying?"

"We've also come down here some times when they've had barbecues to steal their hamburgers. Yum!" Mooch licked his lips at that last word. Hamburgers.

Humphrey picked up from there. "But Kate's always talked me out of it because she doesn't want me-"

"-Or the rest of us" Salty interrupted.

"-to get hurt." Finished Humphrey. "And so now is our last chance to do it. You up for this, Garth?"

After a brief pause, Garth responded angrily with "I always did want to give those dirty apes a piece of my mind! Alright, let's do it!"

"Hold on now." Marcel suddenly said, trying to sound reasonable. "We're going to fight a group of humans, with guns?"

"No. Not fight." Replied Shakey calmly. "We've talked about this for a long time. We have a plan on how to take care of these guys.

"But I don't know the plan." Said Garth, worried now.

"We'll explain it to you in a second." Said Humphrey soothingly.

"Why not now?"

"Because we're there." And suddenly, the party came to the edge of the forest, where the trees ended. And for a long way down, on both sides, there was not a tree in sight. It was as if a wall had kept the forest from reaching this area, leaving only a half-mile wide gorge in between the forest and the mountains.

Not far from the wolves down to the left was a huge camp of trailers and trucks. The smoke and glare of a crackling campfire could be seen, and the wolves could see several hunters gathered around it, drinking, dancing, playing harmonica and sleeping.

"There they are!" said Humphrey.

"Now remember guys: On the other side of that camp, the ground is covered in bear traps." Garth warned everyone.

"Then it's a good thing we're coming in from this side." Chuckled Salty.

"Well then. You blokes go ahead and have fun, I certainly hope none of you get shot." Said Marcel, "we will just stay here where it's safe."

"Okay, but you're gonna miss the show!" Humphrey egged, trying to make it sound intriguing. He and the other wolves jumped from the cover of the trees, and crouched down into the grass, the slowly crawled towards the camp.

"So, what should we do now?" Paddy asked.

"20 questions?"

"Sure. You first."

The wolves crawled up right behind one trailer. They each peeked around the corner and looked over at the hunters on the campfire. They counted five hunters there, as well as one teenage human girl who was napping in her chair, listening to what humans call "a walkman".

Each hunter was a mess. One was fat and covered in gravy, and chicken crumbs, one had a handsome tan, and was chewing tobacco, one was tall and skinny and playing his harmonica, one wiping his glasses, then his rifle. One short guy with a big red moustache was snoring, making his moustache sway with his snores. A final one looked mean, and muscular, with a brown leather vest and tattoos all over his arms, was sharpening a big knife.

"Okay, everyone got the plan?" Humphrey whispered back to everyone. They all nodded and said "mm-hm".

"Good. Before we get going, there's one last thing." He tiptoed over to a line of hung up clothes. He quickly grabbed a large pair of black socks, plus a black sweater, and as many black clothes as he could find. Then he ran back to everyone and divvied everything out, and told everyone to put one on. He kept the sock for himself, and started to put it on over his muzzle and face, tearing some holes into it.

The hunters were relaxing, enjoying the evening when suddenly, they heard a sharp noise, like a barrel being knocked over, a few of them jumped. "What was that?" asked the tall one, frightened.

"Eh, probably ain't nothin but those dang marmots again." Replied the fat one sluggishly, "I'll get 'em." He grabbed his shotgun lying next to his chair, and waddled off to the back.

As he was walking down the shadowy lane of the camp, he pumped his shotgun, and had it at the ready. He saw a bit of rustling in a garbage pile, and grinned as he came over to it, knowing it was a marmot. He came up close to the pile, then quickly tore off an old newspaper, revealing a tiny, helpless, and completely scared marmot.

"Gotcha!" the hunter shouted, and was just about to shoot the poor thing when suddenly he heard a big bang in the ally way behind him. Startled, he turned around to see a trash can shaking ferociously, as though something big had just smashed it. The hunter forgot about the marmot, realizing he was up against something much worse.

The hunter slowly walked up close to the trashcan, knowing that his enemy would be just around the corner. Now shaking, the hunter swallowed his fear, and jumped out from behind the corner, shotgun pointed, and came face to face with a big, brownish-red furred wolf. "AHH!" Was all he could say before the beast pounced.

The other hunters all heard their friend's scream, and also the roar of a beast. "Uhhh… Scott? You okay buddy?" Called the tall one.

"We better go check on him." Grumbled the mean-looking one, seething his knife and grabbing his automatic rifle. "And someone wake up Sam." Gesturing the short, mustached one who was still snoring.

"I got him. You guys go on ahead." Said the tanned one, spitting out his tobacco. The other hunters went out back to search for Scott, while the tanned one went over to the short one, apparently named Sam. "Sam, Sam, wake up." The tanned guy said softly while shaking his friend.

The short one jumped up wide awake immediately, grabbed the tanned one's jacket, and pulled him down to his height. Then with his free hand, he pulled a revolver out from his pocket, and pointed it straight at the tanned guy's face. "Wha duh ya want from me ya dang mugger? I ain't given you nothin'!" He shouted

"Sam! Sam! I'm not mugging you! It's me, Bill!"

"Oh, Sorry Bill." Said Sam, much more calmly. "Ya startled me a sec there." He let go of Bill's jacket, and put his revolver back into his pocket. "So what is it? Why'd ya have to wake me up?"

"Well, we might have a problem. See, Scott went to…"

"Bill, Sam, get over here! You have to see this!" called one of the other hunters from the other side of the camp.

Bill and Sam ran over and caught up with their three allies. They were all crouching over something, and staring at it in horror. It was Scott's fat body, lying down face-up on the ground, in a pile of garbage. He had a huge bite mark on his arm that was bleeding He was still breathing, luckily, though he seemed barely conscious. The hunter with glasses was already at work bandaging up his arm, and pointed out that something hard had hit him on the head.

"I better get him to his trailer." He said.

"Good idea." Replied the mean-looking guy. He turned back to the other guys and continued angrily. "We will split up into teams of two, and hunt down… whatever did this."

The one and the mean-looking one went together, while Bill and Sam stuck together. Sam and Bill went down one alleyway while the other two went the one opposite.

Both Bill and Sam were silent as they snuck down their alleyway. The sun continued to lower into the horizon, providing only the dimmest of lighting. Most other hunters now were asleep in their trailers, the married ones with their wives, aside from the six of them. Bill was sweating. He was thinking about Scott's injury. Scott was usually very good at wrestling. He beat a bear to death once with his bear hands. And yet, here he got a huge wound on his arm, and a clunk on his head. Whatever they were dealing with here, Bill knew it was not going to be an easy fight. Sam on the other hand, was so calm about the situation, he was running his mouth.

"Ahh, don't sweat it, Bill." He says. "You're with me here. I'm the –I say- I'm the sharpest set-o-ears and eyes you kin ask for, pal. Ain't no sneaky, stealthy, back-stabbin varmint gonna get me off guard! No sir!"

While Sam was ranting on about his ego, Bill was trying to ignore him, and stay on lookout for the creature. Unknown to both of them, a shadowy wolf figure was just on top of a trailer, watching them. The figure was thin, and had a big snout.

Suddenly, the figure pushed a cinderblock from on top of the trailer onto Bill's head. Bill felt the sharp thud on his scalp, and his body drops, and then felt his head become lighter as his vision started to darken. The last thing he heard before passing out was Sam's annoying voice saying "Bill? Bill! Buddy?"

Sam looked up and saw the shadowy beast. He immediately took out his revolvers, and started shooting at it like a madman. "You rascally itchin' varmint!" He cursed. But the beast was too quick. It jumped off too another roof, then down into a cluster of trashcans.

"You think you can hide from me, varmint?" Sam said tauntingly. He seethed his revolvers and took out a stick of dynamite. He then took out a match and was about to light it when a long pipe snuck up from behind him, and a gust of air blowing from the pipe blew out the match.

Frustrated, Sam walked over to the edge of the trailers, thinking he would be out of range of the pipe. He lit the fuse again, and was about to throw it into the trashcans, when the pipe extended even further toward him and blew it out again.

Furious now, Sam ran all the way out of the camp until he was back right by the woods. He lit the stick there, and started running back towards the camp to kill the beast. However, by the time he reached the trailers again, the fuse ran out, and the dynamite exploded, blowing Sam to smithereens. "I got your back, Salty." Humphrey whispered to his friend from across the alley.

Meanwhile, the glasses hunter had just brought Scott to his trailer and put him to bed. He was just heading out of the trailer and closing the door, when he noticed a dark shadow just under his feet. He let out a small scream before trying to grab his knife quick, but by then, the creature had time to run off and disappear under another trailer.

On the verge of panic, the hunter grabbed for the sniper rife on his back and held it at the ready. He looked over under the trailer, and thought he saw the creature down there. He looked through his scope to get a better view, but when he did so, he saw only a long row of razor sharp teeth from a set of jaws that opened for a slight growl. As the hunter screamed, his glasses fell off his head, and broke as it hit the ground.

The tall hunter and the mean-looking one were all that were left. The tall one was armed with a double barrel shotgun, the mean one with an automatic one. They both were tiptoeing over through their alleyway, the mean one in the lead.

Suddenly, two pairs of paws reached out from under a trailer, and each seized one of the tall guy's ankles. He screamed in panic, and called for his alley, but before he could be saved, the paws brought him to the ground, and pulled him under the trailer to the other side.

The Mean one tried to run over to the other side of the trailer, but took too long with it, and by the time he made it, his friend had disappeared. Now there was no one left for the creature to take except him!

Out of the corner of his eye, the hunter saw a bushy, grayish tail move around the corner of the trailer. He screamed like a mighty warrior, and shot at the corner like there was no tomorrow. After a second, he realized he must not have hit it, and moved onward. He was panicking now. The beast could strike him from anywhere. He suddenly saw a dark, though somewhat reddish-furred shadow jump across the rooftops of the next few trailers, and shot at it.

All his shots missed, amazingly. The creature was too quick for him. And as it jumped down and ran away even faster, the hunter saw another shadow skid across the path right in front of him. He fired his weapon like a madman more at the ground, even after the creature had long since disappeared, then, out frustration and craziness, he aimed is gun into the sky, and emptied his magazine into the sky until finally, he heard the clicking sound that he was out of bullets. He knew any second now, the beast would finish him.

"WHERE ARE YOU?" He screamed as loud as he could at the trailers. "WHAT ARE YOU?

Suddenly, as if on cue, Humphrey jumped down from the trailer roof in front of him, wearing the black sock over his head like a mask, with holes torn in it for the eyes and snout. He had a brick in one paw, and leaned on the hunter's shoulder with the other.

"I'm Batman!" He hissed before bringing the brick down on the already paralyzed hunter's head, knocking him down and out cold.

Garth, Shakey, Salty and Mooch came out from behind different hiding spots in the camp after that and applauded Humphrey. Garth took off a black vest he had on, Shakey and Salty each ripped off the black pants they had tied around their necks, and Mooch took the black under where off his head.

The first thing they did then was laugh hysterically at the prank they had just pulled, exchange high-fives, and comment on all the moves they each used. After a few minutes, the laughter died down a little, and then Garth was the first to speak.

"Wow! That was fun! Now, how about we get out of here before the other hunters wake up?"

"Not yet." Said Humphrey. "There's just one more think we need to do."

"What?" Asked Shakey.

"There's something we need to get from inside a trailer…"

Next, we see the wolves sneaking into a well-decorated trailer with lots of priceless objects in it, and with a hunter and his wife sleeping beside each other on a king-sized bed. Each wolf took an edge of their blanket in their jaws, and worked together to pull it off the sleeping couple.

"Margaret, do you feel a draft?" groaned the husband.

"We'll worry about it tomorrow dear." His wife replied, still asleep.

Quietly, the wolves dragged the heavy blanket outside. Once they were out, they started folding it up and tying it around Mooch.

"What do we need a heavy king-sized blanket for, Humphrey?" Asked Garth, sounding a bit nervous.

"Something we'll be doing later tonight." He replied

"What?"

"It's a surprise."

"Well, these humans aren't going to be happy that we stole their blanket, you know."

"Don't worry. We'll bring it back as soon as we're done with it, if it makes you feel better."

"Well, okay I guess…" Garth still thought this was a bad idea. "Can we go now?"

"Wait, one last thing." Humphrey said, quietly, looking over at the camp fire the hunters had gathered around earlier. The teenage human girl was still sitting there in her chair, still sound asleep. Humphrey started walking over towards her.

"Humphrey, what are you doing?" Garth asked sarcastically, as if he didn't already know.

"It's okay Garth." Said Shakey, putting up a paw to hold him back. "Humphrey knows what he's doing. Let him have his next moment."

Humphrey came up right in front of the human girl. She glowed beautifully in the fire. Humphrey suddenly arched his body over hers, and brought down his snout onto her lips, and starting licking her lips along with that. She started giggling, as it must have tickled, or maybe she was having a dream that she was making out with her boyfriend. "Mark, stop it, you dog you!" She put her arms around Humphrey, and hugged him close to her, as they continued to kiss.

The other wolves were staring at them in disbelief. "I don't know if this is beautiful, funny, gross, or disturbing." Mooch said.

"I'm with Mooch on this one." Said Salty.

"Dito." Shakey managed to say.

"This isn't going to end well." Said Garth.

And he was right. Right there, the girl suddenly woke up, looked right into Humphrey's face, and screamed so loud you could probably hear it from Alaska. She punched Humphrey away from her, then screamed "Dad, Dad, there's a dirty wild wolf here kissing me! Kill it! Kill it!"

Of course, this woke up the rest of the camp. Hunters came running out of their trailers, a lot of them in their pajamas and underwear, guns in hand. One hunter ran over to Humphrey, and cut off his quick escape back into the woods, so he ran over to the rest of his friends instead.

"Can we leave now?" Garth asked sarcastically

"Yes!" Humphrey shouted in response.

The five wolves took off across the camp, working hard to dodge any bullets that were being shot, trying to stay away from any large masses of hunters or trailers where the doors were being opened, and dashing under some trailers, through trashcans and garbage piles.

Finally, they were out of the camp, and just a short distance away from the trees. "Wait a minute." Exclaimed Shakey, "this is the bear trap field! We're trapped! We can't cross though here!"

"We have to. There's no other way." Hissed Garth. And with that, he leaped forward into the field, almost setting off a trap, but he was quick and managed to pull his feet out of the way just in time. He dodged all the flying, snapping traps, and was nearly home free near the edge of the forest again.

Humphrey jumped in after him, followed by Shakey, then Salty, and Mooch. Just as Mooch was heading out, the hunters have caught up and were now shooting their guns at the escaping wolves. They dodged the bullets, and the snapping traps. Until finally, they made it to the edge of the field, and disappeared behind the trees again.

Finally back to safety, the hunters gave up and went back to their trailers to sleep. First, the wolves took a second to catch their breaths, then burst out laughing again. When they started to die down again, Garth walked up to Humphrey, anger flaring in his eyes.

"I have two things to say to you, buddy boy!" he hissed. Humphrey looked shocked at how Garth had become so angry so suddenly. "First, Humphrey, you are the craziest wolf I have ever met or heard of!" His laughter and smile seemed to return some after that. "Second, I hope you enjoyed everything we did over there, because we are NEVER doing it again!

"Oh, I enjoyed it alright!" Humphrey laughed, and everyone started laughing again.

"Well, it seems you boys have had some fun over there." They heard Marcel say as he and Paddy hovered down from the trees.

"We sure did, Marcy." Exclaimed Shakey. "You guys missed one heck of a show!"

"Fascinating. You'll have to tell us all about it. I admit, we were very worried when we heard some of the noises that came from here." Said Paddy.

"Don't worry." Humphrey replied. "We'll tell you the whole thing, on our way to the next activity!"