Snippet #1254297

-Beck
He looked across the lake and motioned for Paul to bring his half of the pack. As Paul made his way to them, Beck checked to make sure the coast was clear. No gun shots were heard, dying away in the distance. Paul reached them and they checked to make sure every single wolf was there. Counting his pack, he started with Cassie, relieved that his daughter was safe, and checked that Wake, John, Violet, Paul & himself- of course- and the others of the pack. As Beck finished his counting, he realized they had an extra. Just one black she-wolf with fearful green eyes.
"And you are?" He asked, the pack parting to let him stand before the newcomer.

-Cassie
She had followed Paul and reached temporary safety under the hanging tree, and waited as her father, Beck, counted off every wolf. A smeel hit her- what was that? It smelled of humans and wet soap and gasoline cars...Cassie whipped to the scent, finding a black wolf. She was huddling to the ground, and waited as Beck approached.
And then there was another smell, the smell of fear and pain, and a returning sound that she'd thought died away... But this one was in panic, trying to escape something, not to hunt it. No, the fallen leaves and twigs were not being snapped under the foot of a hunter, but a wolf.