"Ah... goodness..."
The werewolf that came after Toby ground his teeth, snarling at the sight of these gigantic bears. Since the werewolves and bears were still hostile against each other, many negative thoughts flooded his head.
In his mind, these bears would pounce and feast on him. They were strong creatures, and that was a fact. But werewolves could run faster than them. The problem was, he was surrounded. All he could think of was to fight them and find an opening to run back to the castle to inform others that the bears couldn't be trusted.
That thought instantly became the wolf's plan.
*HOWL*
He howled to give a signal to whoever would hear him. After that, his eyes glowed while vigilantly observing the approaching bears. Little did he know, Toby, who was frantically pounding his paws against the ground, was pleading for everyone to make haste.
