"You stall though we say not to stall," the hunter growled. "You broke my promise. You break us."
Ujare stated, "No, no, no," shaking his head in disagreement. "You, my friends, the hunters of Man's Grudge- you broke our promise. You said you would never kill in masses the wolves of our pack, no matter what the stakes were. You said you'd place the betterment of our pack over the lives of your families."
"We were overreacting-" the hunter said, interrupted by Ujare.
"You were lying!" Ujare accused. "I asked you, 'Did you kill any of my buddies?' and you said 'Nope, never did, never could do that!' and you were wrong! I found the bodies! I found the evidence- and I found the bodies too!" The hunter looked away in shame. Ujare shouted, "Now you keep your eyes on me here, mister!" Ujare hurled phlegm with every word he spoke. "You don't go an inch near my friends again, you hear me? Cause if you do-"
"Yessir," the hunter said, lowering his face down to his neck.
"Alright," Ujare murmured to Zamara. "Let's go. Hunters have injured some of our pack members, and we have to- Zamara?" Zamara was silently mourning away, head facing away from Ujare. "Zamara," Ujare said carefully. "What's happening?"
Zamara uttered, "You didn't tell me. You didn't tell me wolves died. You didn't tell me hunters killed them. And most importantly of all-" Ujare held out his paw, Zamara jerking away. "You didn't tell me that you didn't love me."
Ujare stammered out the words, "But Zamara- but I do love you-" All four knees dropped to the floor. "I do love you it's just that-" Barely able to speak from his weak lungs, he croaked and gasped for air. "I don't love you," he admitted. "I'm sorry. I just don't have the feelings you have for me and-" The most obnoxious grin came upon his flushed face. "We're stalling, aren't we," he asked with a smile.
"Yep," said Zamara. "We're stalling." Zamara whipped the firearm off of the hunter's shoulder, firmly grasping it in her tail. "Rena!" she commanded. "Now!"
Rena barrel rolled into the scene, sending a gust of wind with the power of a hurricane. A pervasive ringing sound swept the battlefield, Zeram brute forcing some hunters down with a kick, others, he hurled into a tree.
Ujare yelled, "Circle up! Quipping around, the wolves gathered up, forming a barricade around the younger wolves. Barking and howling, kicking and scratching, full fledged camaraderie. The Earth bent to their will, howling back at their commands to it. The wolves were not the embodiment of nature. They were nature. Not just one wolf, not two, not a dozen, but each and every wolf in that pack held an equal amount of control over it.
Zamara cried. "Don't let them hurt the young!" Rena focused on the breathing of the trees. The swaying of the wind. The calm before the storm. With this in her mind, she let out the roar only Cerberus, the three headed guard of the Underworld could give. Zamara looked at her in awe. Salela echoed the sound of the wind. The hunters' minds cracked, dropping to the ground in a collective THUMP. "We did it," said Zamara. "We ended the hunters- we actually ended the hunters."
"They can hurt us no more," Ujare stated. "We have served them what no being, living, dead, or otherwise ever in an eternity could: justice."
Zamara, under her breath, said, "This isn't justice," Finally, she mustered up the courage to speak aloud. "This isn't justice, Ujare. This is war. This is chaos. This is not justice: it's anything but. Ujare, I'm disappointed."
"What the Hades?" Ujare muttered. "I thought you were on our team. I thought you were with us."
"Your team?" Zamara said quietly. "If I was ever on your team, and if I still am… I'll tell you this…" She whipped her head around for a minute, considering her options. "I quit."