Cunning little wolf

At the bottom of the mountain, leading into a dark forest filled with lots of towering trees blocking out most sunlight the family entered together.

Old grey took the lead while his wife stayed behind with little white, little grey and little brown watched the back as they travelled taking short breaks.

Rarely encountering any beasts on their way, suddenly appeared a small wolf cub as it approached the group from a small bush that concealed its presence.

The little wolf had a glow of brutality in its eyes as it snarled and displayed its sharp teeth letting out a howl.

Facing such an opponent old grey barely spared it a glance and released an intimidating aura causing the wolf to let out a shriek as its legs gave out underneath it.

Seeing the wolf cub fleeing back into the forest, the family made their way onward and found a spirit grass, sometimes encountering one or two level 2-4 spirit beasts which little grey and brown took care of alone under their fathers watchful gaze.

Little white showed no enthusiasm towards fighting at all, not even with the ordinary beasts which the others could only sigh at.

A day passed after an exhausting travel and having their senses kept vigilant at all times old grey kept watch over night as the others settled down to sleep.

Although little white kept occasionally sniffing the air with her head raised high as her large golden eyes shining in the dark forest now which was filled with an eerie silence.

Close by a crouched little figure disappeared from a small nearby bush and ran at full speed back into a large pack of wolves.

He lost the before vicious look and put on a pitiful and pleading look as he looked towards the pack leader and growled. "Father! I found a small group of deer spirit beasts! Those lowly things actually bullied me as I found them please avenge your sons grievance."

The pack leader was a dark black wolf like the others but he had a scar over his right eye which looked to be damaged in a previous fight, his presence was overpowering as he snorted at his son. "Useless thing, such beasts can only be prey to we the wolves clan… You actually come back here to tell me you encountered them to come back with your tail between your legs! How shameful."

"But father there were five of them and the oldest was strong, and 2 others seemed to be about as half as strong, perhaps more. However I managed to track them to where they set up for the night, if we use this chance to attack we can enjoy a good hunt and they seem to have a spirit herb which could help strengthen the pack." The little wold howled with a vicious gleam in its eyes which quickly looked pitiful before his father.

The father pondered for some time before nodding his head. "Hmm… Indeed we are low on food and herbs. Very well everyone gather up and follow my son, remember to all attack together and don't leave them any route for escape!."

The pack leader strolled in the direction of the deer family followed by 5 wolves a little smaller in size to him but 2 were at 3 spirit gathering while the other 3 were at 2 spirit gathering and his son walked beside him at 1st spirit gathering.

Back at the camp the brother, sister and mother slept soundly as old grey kept watch and little white was still curiously sniffing the air until suddenly she suddenly began to shiver in fright.

She suddenly got up from the ground and sprinted to her fathers side in a panic nudging him with her antlers.

Old grey was stunned by this sudden action but he grew increasingly vigilant and nudged the others awake quietly when suddenly…

A 'snap' sounded quietly nearby from a branch being stepped on and shortly after followed rustling and footsteps in all directions.

The family was suddenly surrounded by wolves and the pack leader which revealed an aura of 5 spirit gathering pounced straight at old grey clashing his front claws against old greys antlers.