As darkness falls, the wolves descend from the concealment of the forest. Through the bushes and underbrush of fallen leafs they saunter, in no clear rush towards their goal. None would approach them to question it, or even attempt to save the sacrifice. It was hard to see anything with how dark this particular night was, even the moons faint glistening light upon the clearing... most of the wolves were hard, if not impossible to see. In total there were seven, each having entered the clearing from a different direction, but all now heading towards the center where the distressed boy had been placed. Their padded feet made some shuffling noises, but the most alarming thing about the massive wolves were their eyes. Bright, vibrant, so many different colors against the blackness of the night. Different shades of green and blue, mixes of yellow and orange all littered around the stone in a circle. Though a single color remained missing from the array of colors, red. The wolves stared intently and unblinking into the middle of the circle, where the pedestal was to be found, remaining oddly quiet. The seven remained in the formatted circle as something much larger would push its way from the trees.
By now Blackfoot should have been use to this, the sacrifices. His rather large form moved carefully over the ground, padded feet leaving faint marks in the moist earth. In comparison to the size of the other seven wolves gathered, he was nearly monstrous in size. Roped with muscle and intensely thick white fur, he was rather imposing and intimidating. Though unlike the more fruitful colors of the other wolves around him, Blackfoot's eyes shined red, like twin rubies against a pile of snow. The moonlight reflected oddly well upon his glistening snow-white coat, seeming to almost sparkle as he swiftly comes to a stop. His ears perk up as he takes one last glance around at the seven other wolves, his head held high, all of them in turn bowing their head in acceptance of the young alpha. While he was not alpha yet, he would be one day. It was in is blood, running through his veins just as it was in his heart and very soul. He was doing as his father and grandfather before him had done, and something his children would continue to do for many generations, he knew. Blackfoot would suddenly throw his head back, maw open wide as a loud howl would escape his chest. His entire body vibrated as the sound echoes into the night air, reaching for miles around. It only grew louder though as one by one the other wolves start to join in on the chorus. Though the smaller wolves had a much softer, more mellow tone to their howling, it evened out perfectly in union, as it did every month. There were many reasons for the howling, especially upon this night. A sign to the humans they had taken and accepted their sacrifice, a message towards his pack to let them know everything had gone well and they would be returning rather soon.
The moment Blackfoot drops his head and stops howling, the other wolves follow in suit, suddenly becoming much more lively now that their temporary leader had arrived. They yipped and barked at each other like children, sniffing and shuffling around the boy as if they were arguing over a meal... though they had yet to actually show any fang or aggression towards the tied up victim. If anything, it was more curiosity and wonder, none of them even daring to try to touch him. At least for the moment, anyhow. Blackfoot would watch the seven of them rather intently, his eyes unblinking and gaze unwavering. While he was still young, he was much more mature than those around his age. He had to be, really. He was one day going to be leader, he had no time to fool around like this bunch was, despite how badly he wanted to join them. A soft sigh escapes the large snow-white wolf as he snaps his jaws loudly, causing a bit of panic for a few moments before the rowdy group quieted down, no longer jumping about happily or anything... just watching. Blackfoot would slowly exhale, eyes now locked onto the young boy, who, now that he looked at it, couldn't have been much younger than himself! Unlike usual, Blackfoot suddenly found himself unable to even look at the sacrifice, tinges of guilt starting to eat at the corners of his mind. He turns his head slightly to avoid looking directly at him as he speaks, voice rough and cracked, but clearly audible. It rang with likely unintentional commandment, a tone used so often it appeared to have drowned out his own voice.
"Human. Can you hear me? If so, nod only -once-."