((@Sidon: I hope everything is okay? D:))
The male wolf paused in his steps as he waited for the others, using the time to get his bearings and check the surroundings. No sound of approaching feet could be heard, the snow was smooth and clean beneath him and the moon was rising higher in the sky.
I think they've stopped the hunt... For now, he thought to himself, eyes cast upward. It was getting late and even his pursuers needed rest. Perhaps Izah and his new group with cover more ground, then once he felt satisfied with the distance and their location they could rest for the night as well.
A sudden death-like-shriek split the air, Izah's ears pinning themselves down against his skull and his head lowered with eyes shut and teeth gritted. The cry was mostly unexpected than painful, and the sudden thought of Zero crossed his mind. No doubt he had found another victim.
Curse him! the silvered male slammed a paw on the ground, body trembling slightly with rage. A part of him desperately wanted to run toward the scream and help the victim, but then he'd be leading himself right at his enemy's paws. For a moment he just stood there, struggling between the decisions to flee or save whoever it was that screamed. So far the idea of flight was winning, and he wanted the other two to hurry up and catch up so he could run as far and fast as he could away from that spot.