You knew it was a huge risk to wander around this teritory, even for a small thing as finding a river to catch some fish. You haven't ate in days and it started to show on your dizzy uncoordinated steps. You couldn't go back to your old pack, not after it took you so long to break free. But that meant living between borders with no actual food to catch without trespassing. And you were hungry.

You were walking alongside the river ready to get some fish. As you’re walking, you suddenly hear a low growl close by, and you pick up a scent of a large strong male werewolf. You also pick up some other scents of both female and male werewolves and you figure that it must be a pack. And they're coming closer fast. You did it, you stepped into the teritory. Carter's pack.

You've always heard about it. The strongest, the most dangerous, yet the ones with most values and self control. But was it really enough not to rip you to shreds? That was the only thought you had as the eyes in the dark grew in number. Surrounded. That's what you were as his voice was heard in the night.

"State your business and don't move. Don't make the same mistake others did. Who are you, little wolf"

Serious but not malacious, almost concerned or kind. You didn't dare to move and see his face but he came closer.