Dancing with wolves

It is strange to be surrounded by so many members of our clan for the first time. Most of people are females and their cubs, there are only two males, those too old for combat.

"With all our warriors gone to war, these wolves believe they can trespass into our domain!" The voice from one of the two elders is heard by all clan members.

The adults have all taken their humanoid form, carrying weapons such as axes, hammers and swords. They all look towards my mother, waiting for her to speak.

"We will show them that our clan, the Raging Howl is not to be messed with!" My mother shouts while raising her hammer, all the clan members raise their weapons while howling along.

"You are the clan leader's mate, we follow your orders" The male elder says "I believe this would be a great chance for the cubs to witness the strength of our people, what do you think?" He smiles while looking at my mother.

Wow, my father is the clan leader. I wonder what that means in our culture, am I and my brother on the line of succession? Or is the clan leader the strongest warrior? I have a lot of things to ask mom.

Mother seems somewhat angry at the elder suggestion, yet she agrees, "the cubs will come along, you will remain at their side protecting them".

The elder seems appalled to her decision "but daughter, I want to fight!" He shouts at her while holding a hammer even bigger than my mother's.

"You want to bring the cubs, you will take care of them, I have decided" My mother says and then turns towards the clan members "We fight!", all the adults shout along with her while marching into the forest.

The elder who apparently is my grandfather walks toward us, "looks like your mom didn't want you to watch the battle, but it is in our blood to fight, you all must remember that, the Raging Howl battles and destroy their enemies", then he along a couple of female adults gather all the other cubs from our clan "Follow me!" he shouts.

The whole clan marches and soon we find ourselves at the borders of our domain, where we find a pack of wolves waiting for us. They are clearly eyeing our group, the younger members of the clan with indistinguishable desire. Are we their prey?

My grandfather stands in front of us and says "don't worry, your mother will make quick work of them".

Not a second later, my mother howls louder than ever and begins running towards the pack of wolves, most of our clan follow her while just a few remain with our group.

Soon wolves and bearfolk are fighting, our enemies seem to be larger in number around two wolves per clan member. Which worries me, yet all of it disappears as soon as my mother swings her hammer and sends what seemed like the pack leader flying into a tree, then grabs another wolf with one of her claws and lifts it towards the sky while shouting "Kill them all!".

As I look around our people fighting the wolves, the expression on their faces is that of excitement, they are clearly enjoying the thrill of the battle.

"Looks like I won't get any action today" says my grandfather while looking dejected.

Our people seem to be winning, not one of our clan members has fallen, while there are many of the wolves dead on the ground.

I see how one of our warriors decapitates a wolf with her axe, the blood spurts all over her body while she laughs and runs towards her next enemy.

The other male elder of our clan doesn't carry a weapon, you can see a glow around him while his body becomes more muscular. He uses his claws to grab his enemies and then with unnatural strength rips their bodies apart as if the wolves were just a piece of paper.

I have to say, my people are terrifying. At this point is obvious the wolves stand no chance against our clan; they are running straight into the claws of death.

"I think it's time" I hear my grandfather say in a low voice while looking at my mother.

She is standing on the field looking at our clan members fighting with the remaining wolves which are trying to escape, and then from my mother sounds the loudest roar, all of the enemies on the battlefield are paralyzed by fear, incapable of running away. Mom swings her hammer into the closest wolf, leaving its flattened head on the ground.

I make a mental note to never make my mother angry.

Soon after, all wolves are dead and our clan members are covered in blood, the blood of their enemies.