'Twenty Elite Warriors?' Lilith looked at the LVL 180 Werewolves with saliva going down the corner of their cheeks. They seemed strong, and the glare they possessed became proof of how much effort they put in this Tribe of theirs.
From LVL 180 to 215, the Elites gathered to form a line. The strongest in the front and the "weak" were on the back. Just like the Werewolf Leader, they wore nothing to cover their top but kept their unmentionables hidden from the world.
"The Two Heads had come out of their den and attacked the home of our benefactor! This is our time! We will assist them and slaughter their numbers, retrieve our Crystals, and help our benefactors. This is our time to clean our tarnished pride!"
The Werewolves growled as they gathered and unified under a single goal, the hunters inside them awakened. The Werewolves howled despite there not being a moon to be found.
Awooooooooooo!
