The Hunt

by quill and ink


Wolf's choice

"You made your choice. Now live with it."
-Black

Wolf, Sepent, Gill, Night Stalker, Spartan

Everything became hard to hear. The explosion ruptured his ear drum, and Wolf clutched i painfully. The serpents seemed to be everywhere they crawled over everything. Wolf vision became blured slightly, and he coud barely see. Turning his attention away from the inpending doom Wolf looked up to see that the Black predator had cloaked again and leaped away from the carnage that lie below, and left Wolf to his wounds. Wolf struggled to stand up, every bone in his body felt as though they were turned to mush. If it took all of Wolf strength to stand up how was he even going to save his friends. He would have to make a choice, Wolf reached into one of his compartments to search for a something that he could us to help him through the pain but alas. There was nothing.

Wolf tried to move but when he did he fell. While he was on the ground Wolf noticed something blue that was shimmering, he crawled over to it and it was a regenerative syringe. Wolf had wondered if that Yautja had left this for him rather than helping his allies but he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Wolf stood up once more and opened up the Syringe and injected himself with it, the sudden jolt of energy made Wolf roar with vitality. This attracted a few Serpents to investigate the downed predator. Wolf stood up and readied his blades for the first group of the serpents that wpuld try to finish him off.

The first one that approached him was cut down by a swift downward strike on his blades, as were the other 3 their blood leaving a black goop on his armor. Wolf made his way away from the stone walls and saw that his comrades were fighting a losing battle. He could only save one. But which?