Watching over the valley, Gordon goes back on all four. Sniffing the air, he turns his head left and right, “Nothing here” he growls. They need more meat before the humans arrives in their valley. Gordon makes a small growl to let the pack know that there is a small deer group ahead of them. Gordon starts to run towards the meat. In position he makes a howl, the rest of the pack makes a circle around the group. Silver white teeth, drooling with a red tongue sticking out of his mouth locks the first deer in his view. The once green valley with its quite bird whispering gets covered by gallons of blood and deer screaming.