Night of the hungry wolves (part 2)

"..."

All the fallen werewolves were starting to stand back up, shaking their heads in confusion...

Yes, all of them.

But around one-fourth was also reaching under their armor after exchanging serious looks.

Those ones ignored their leader talking to the pure-blooded Pride clansman and each one pulled out a big vile and uncorked it with their teeth.

"Eh...? Brother, what do you have there? Boss told us to let him talk with the Pride guy, don't do anything stupid."

Another werewolf looked at the vile in the hand of the one next to him in confusion and said furrowing her brows.

"Who's your brother, you dumb beast?"

The other werewolf scoffed and spilled the vile's content around, wildly swinging his arm.

"Urgh! You got in in my...!"

The werewolf next to him flinched and stepped away covering her face all but too late – and suddenly flinching and cutting her words mid-sentence.