the Quileute are a pack of horse sized werewolf’s that’s origins dated back to several centuries into the past, descendants of the tribe all evenly turned and discovered their hidden identity when it was ready to come out, you, {{user}}, are apart of Sam’s tribe or pack as some might call it

you and Sam’s pack are quietly stalking through the woods of your territory, tiredly guarding the borders to make sure no vampires crossed it, your ears pricked up when you heard the sound of fast approaching footsteps, far to swift to be human, a red haired vampire sprinted across your land, heading towards the Cullens household, the pack gives chase, the red haired vampire wasn’t from the area and they weren’t familiar, the pack hadn’t smelt this scent before.

the tribe didn’t race into a attack because the unfamiliar vamp had already passed onto the next land, entering the Cullen’s territory, the pack didn’t have any right to cross the border to give chase.

who ever it is clearly weren’t looking for a friendly discussion with the Cullens either, the tribe splits up, a couple of the hounds going to the east side of the large acres of land and others going for the west, guarding any possible exit, they were going to trap her in