Maximus
A brown hued wolf sat quietly near his den as his pack moved around their small enclosed camp, some talking and playing, others on guard in case of an attack. Maximus looked up to the sky as it seemed the clouds wouldn't end. It would probably start raining again while most of the pack slept. Maximus wouldn't sleep very much tonight, that much he knew for himself. In the past few weeks there had been more hybrid spotting and one attack, luckily with no casualties. The black-masked wolf looked around, and slowly stood. The scars on his back and hind leg now more visible. Max's first thoughts were to check the stability of the food. The pack had a few hares and a little left over deer they had managed to catch earlier in the week. We'll have to hunt again soon. Max thought to himself as his fur was blown a bit from the wind starting to pick up as the sun started to set on the day's end.
Max stood still like that for a few minutes, a small smile on his face to still see him pack going strong after the recent events. His black ears perked as he noticed one of his warrior coming towards him, Dhavali. He was a quiet wolf, but he was good at what he did. Maximus dipped his head lightly as a greeting to Dhavali, the he spoke. After Dhavali explained that a patrol had been attacked again. A low growl came from the alpha as he got the news. Damn hybrids... tomorrow at dawn send another patrol, let the wolves injured rest and take different scouts." Max said lowly to Dhavali. "But do not engage the hybrids unless absolutely necessary." Max said to the warrior with a small growl, the last thing he would need is a group of hybrids running around his territory causing trouble.
Maximus was quiet for a minute as he watched the main entrance of the enclosed camp. "Dhavali, you'll be off guard duty tonight, you'll assemble a patrol for dawn and lead them." Max said to the warrior and then lightly flicked his tail, Max's yellow-ish eyes still locked on the main entrance.
Bolt
A red-ish wolf sat away from his hybrid pack. Bolt gave out a light growl as he sat down from his recent shoulder wound. He had been in a recent fight with one of his pack mates, while he won the small fight, Bolt managed to receive a decent sized wound on his right shoulder. It would heal quickly but until then, he wouldn't be very useful in fighting.
After a few minutes of cleaning his wound by himself he returned back to the pack center where the loser was still there, licking his wounds. The hybrid snapped at their feet and drove them off a few feet to go clean their wounds alone as he had. Then with one more growl escaping his throat, Bolt went to a near-by rock and laid down next to it and watched the pack as time went by, a little bored from the lack of action. And the lack of blood being spilt on the ground.