Lance recognized at a glance that it was the alpha wolf, its gaze fixed on them constantly, only stopping once it reached the jerky. After sniffing it tentatively, it bit into the jerky and tore at it before swallowing it in one gulp.
However, after eating, it showed no signs of leaving but continued to watch everyone with wolfish scrutiny.
"Beasts will be beasts. It's lucky I didn't poison it, or it wouldn't survive the night," Lance said with a chuckle, then proceeded to explain his plan to the others.
"Don't kill these wolves for now. After they've had a taste of the spoils, they will follow me. Once we've dealt with the stronghold, we'll leave a body behind.
By then, a corpse bitten by wolves, along with wolf tracks around the camp, will add credibility to our story. Besides, those people don't know the specifics and can't differentiate between a gray wolf and a white wolf."
"I think it's worth a try."
"Agreed."
