'What the heck is going on,' Noah wondered casually dodging the strikes of the large grey and white wolf before him. His group seemed to be in the same confusion as he was, but he didn't care.
They all looked capable of handling whatever was thrown at them, and that capability was needed since there were exactly twenty wolves before them. Apart from the three that had died before he got there.
Noah jumped backward; once again dodging the claw strike of the now annoyed wind wolf. Each of its strikes caused slashes made out of wind to fly towards him, but they never managed to strike him.
In his seconds of thoughts, Noah had found many openings he could utilize against the enraged beast, but he held back. At least then he did. Now that he sighted four more wolfs rushing towards his position to take care of him, he focused.
Crouching a bit, his nostrils drew a large amount of air, then his figure vanished from his position.
