The silence seemed more threatening to the dark silvered male than the sound of growls and howls. He almost begged for sound to let him know where everyone was, when he stopped he didn't know who was ahead or who was behind. It was driving him almost insane.
Keep calm, Izah scowled at himself, taking deep breaths to ease his nerves. You made it this far, don't loose your cool now. Closing his eyes, Izah kept his breathing even and listened. A second passed, then another, a total of five until he heard something.
Ears flicking, he gently shifted his muzzle to the right, straining his hearing as the noise became louder. Reopening his eyes, the male rose on all fours and carefully slunk beneath a few bushes, turning around so he could view the area clearly. When he was comfortable and well hidden, two wolves showed themselves.
Instantly Izah knew they were from the pack, not only because he recognized them but because of also how they were searching and listening. Both wolves paused in the area, splitting up and scanning the bushes and foliage for signs of tracks. One came very near his hiding spot, and Izah held his breath. The wolf paused and perked his ears, eyes narrowing slightly. Does he know I'm here? Izah felt his heartbeat quickening, and he braced himself.
"Hey," the hunter called to his partner, remaining where he was. "I think I-"
Before the sentence could be made, like a bullet Izah charged out of his hiding place and wrapped his fangs around the male's neck. A flash of guilt and disgust came across his eyes, but nonetheless he bit down on the windpipe, feeling the male go limp. His prey landing on the ground with a thud, Izah landed beside him and quickly shifted his gaze to the other. The second wolf had turned around in surprise, and at that moment the silvered male wasted no time in repeating the same thing to him.
Both wolves lay on the ground, and in the next second Izah dashed through the foliage. He desperately hoped the surprise attack made no noise to attract anyone's attention, but in case it did the male made a fake trail. Pausing some ways ahead, he retraced his steps about around halfway down, then slunk beneath another bush with a more secret trail. His legs longed to run, but he made himself trot this second path, showing less signs of travel as possible and making no noise.