There they were, armed to the teeth and ready for combat, lurking about in the desolate dark forest in hunt of their adversaries. Eerily quiet, the howl of the wind bellowed as it whipped through the barren branches of the trees. Asani was on high alert, as he was sure the rest of his pack was too. Bartholomew kneeled to examine a set of footprints. He sniffed the air, and his irises momentarily shaded to black as his hyena aided in his efforts.
"These tracks are fresh," Bartholomew announced. "Probably only a few minutes old."
"Then we are on the right track," Jamba said. He peered around, searching for any signs of Zania and her pack. He groaned, "I do not care for the cat-and-mouse game they are playing. Why not meet us head-on? The numbers are in their favor. There's no reason for t
