SCREAMING.

The screaming was what attracted her to this particular spot. The sights and sounds of this unappealing environment clogged her ears with such business, she thought her delicate brain would implode. Every scent here was jumbled, and loud, and arrogant, every sound even louder and more arrogant. Now that the screaming began it was more of a panicked mess than the slightly organised one previous.

Mele just had to smile.

They kept to the alleys and the shadows, getting ready for some sort of signal to come into the open. The humans with their blind noses and dumb ears did not notice that there were a small band of rangy, possibly psychotic wolves within their midst. The dogs, however, were a different story. They barked and they whined persistantly at their masters, begging them to follow, to look, to find and fight the wilderness in their safe, domesticated lives.

That wasnt to say the humans were useless, par se.

So, the plan. The plan was to get the humans up and running and chasing the Edryd Wolves out through Glyn, up into Eira, and smack into Auryn. That way, they would cause as much devastation as possible in the other two packs before they even got to the desired destination, which was the stark desert that housed Auryn. Druid would not know what hit her, what with Kazak still on the loose, and the slightly faded scents of her beta and her henchman. Mele had noted this on their treck through Auryn to get here, how different scents lingered in their hidey holes. She also noted the beta scent [not entirely unlike the white male who escorted Druid to her homeland, the one who needed to retrieve the stick from his arse] stretched towards the renegade lands.

Mele shrugged this off, knowing the rest of her precious pack would follow the sound of the screaming, and headed in that direction herself. For the first time, the marmalade wolf cursed her colouring. Aodh had no trouble in any of the corners in this place, became the shadow if you will. Seth and the Alphess however, stood out like a sore thumb, and would have to be more wily in their efforts. Discordia was in that limbo mode where some shadows she could escape to, some she couldnt - Mele couldnt help but envy this too.

The weird hard soil beneath her feet caused her sharpened claws to click as she walked. Weird stuff. Concrete, was it? Weird. The commotion grew louder as she neared the focal point of the screaming. Ohhh great, another wolf. She twisted her head to the side. No one else here yet, soo, wait a bit. Another sight caught her eye, out of place in the scene. The shadow opposite her held a floating white mask, carressing a blood droplet in the middle of it. Mele cocked her head slightly as her eyes focussed more on the subject until she finally made out the shape of another wolf. Blazing hard eyes narrowed before she could finally see that the brute was mouthing words to her.

Chaos, yes? I'll help you.
Why?
I like chaos.

Mele nodded an affirmitive, glancing back to the shining white wolf grappling a man that attempted to sneak out from behind him. Clocking the strange canine opposite her alleyway.

Who is that?
A friend.

By the smirk Mele could make out, she could tell that this was a very loose term for what the beast meant to him. More glances round to the shadows and alleyways to check for her pack again, before retrurning to the thrashing white beast. The male was possibly more emaciated than she, obviously more battleworn, more bloodthirsty, and more dripping with the red liquid than the pedastool Alphess, and once more, Mele had to battle the internal urge to break down again at how truely worthless she really was, and concentrate on her surroundings.

The men, men with long, forked spears and small blasting trees that smelt briefly like smoke and sharp tooth and claw like objects in their hands, trying to jab at the white wolf. He dodged and grappled with random, wild fury that totally astonished the orange Alphess. As soon as the others got here, they would circle, and herd them, like the defenceless sheep they were.