Jetson Black
The Necromancy Wolf walked beside his older brother, while looking at him, then looking away.
Stoping, The Light Wolf sniffed the air, before speaking up in a growl. "Fire Wolf! They always loose temper if you excedently bump to them! I hate thoes kind of wolves!"
Darkus Black
The Light Wolf walked silently and calmly on the dirty wet, grassy terrain.
He stopted and turned to his brother, before he growled at his little brother and spoke up.
"Keep calm Jetson! C'mon, let's go and investigate it!"
He turned to the path where it lead towards the smoke, and started running.
With Jetson bhinde him, Darkus, tried to run as fast as he could, maybe the Fire Wolf type, hurted someone, or maybe.... maybe it burned down a demon!