How do you call a single wolf? A lone wolf. What about three wolves? A menace! (Or a chick magnet if it's on a shirt with a moon.) As for ten wolves? A fucking catastrophe!
The NPCs of the Wolf Den village pissed themselves as they saw the deadly creatures approach. The problem was that wolves weren't completely useless in terms of coordination. They didn't fear group warfare at all. No, they even welcomed it!
As the villagers despaired, Jack was rejoicing. Now that they were here already, the humans would have to band together and fight. After all, wolves were faster than them. The previously relaxed exploration had just turned into a nightmare.
"No need to fear! Fuck them up and show them our power!" Jack shouted over the chattering of the teeth.
"Woo!!!!" (Warcry!)