Dru joined them quickly, moving with the perfect grace that only she held, the sort of mixture of elegance and ferocity, he body, beautiful as wolf and human, both making him lust desperately for her. He moved over to her, never missing a step. He was in front, usually in a hunt, but he moved back a bit, nuzzling her cheek, licking the tip of her nose, He could smell his powerful scent over her, as a sort of mark to any other males that got any sort of funny ideas. He was jealous. He had to be. It was in his nature. He had no claim over any of the other females in the pack, had no want to. Dru was enough wolf for him. He licked his lips. He smelled vampire on her too, Elsie, more than likely, but there was something else. Something tugging at the recesses of his memory, getting him to try and remember.
But all that was driven from his mind as the smell of prey rose up in his nostrils, making them flare and breath harder. His mouth watered at the scent of pumping herbivorous blood not too far away. They wouldn't tear this herd apart. Kill off a small fraction of it to feed his pack. Tomorrow, they would find another pack, untouched, and feed off of them. By the time that this pack of Elk came into the sights of the wolves again, their numbers would be replenished, bordering on growing, and would be cut down to size again. It was the circle of life.
With powerful bounds, Alexander broke from the pack. They needed his leadership no longer, after all. All of them had picked their respective targets, with the kind of telepathy that wolves had, none of them interjecting on the other's kill unless the meat was going to be shared. Alexander was hungry this night, and in no mood for sharing. With a quick leap, he sunk his claws into the flank of a rather fat specimen, going slower than the rest, soon to be left behind if Alexander didn't kill her. One more bound from the elk, and the wolf angled his body expertly on top of it, sinking his fangs into the doomed elk's neck, and snapping it easily. With a bound, he cleared the corpse, and landed in front of it as it tumbled and fell, stopping it. The sounds of carnage and the screaming of the fallen prey filled his ears, the smell of blood in the air. He ignored it all. He quickly began ripping into the flesh of the dead elk, still warm, still salty with blood. Dinner was served for the wolf pack.