"More or less I can show you where they camped out, it looked like they would move again though." Razor muttered, his legs trembled to keep on his paws.

Razor sighed and collapsed on the ground panting and crawled towards the water trough. His pink tongue darted out, lapping the remarkably clean water. A shadow fell over the black Werewolf. Razor stopped in mid lap, golden eyes flickering. He suddenly reared up, twisted around and pounced on his antagonist. Both Werewolves went down in the dirt in a messy pile of fur limbs and snapping teeth. Razor bit down in the brown Werewolf’s thick furry neck ruff. The Werewolf went limp then thudded to the ground, stirring up a small cloud of dust. Razor growled, keen ears perked up as the other Werewolf turned over, showing his belly. Golden eyes sparkled in laughter. Razor rolled his eyes as Spike’s teeth shown in a goofy wolven smile. It is very apparent that Spike is still a puppy really; his teeth are all in proper place, his body without scars, all added with a lack of coordination as Spike grew in to his still lanky limbs.

"Really Spike, you need to work on your skills," Razor snickered, his large paws pressing the younger Were into the dirt, soiling Spike's already dirt brown pelt.

Spike grinned wider. "Aaagh, come on Raz, I was just fooling," He said in a barely audible tone due to the amount of dust in his mouth.

Razor rolled his eyes, and then looked up in surprise as two identical human forms dressed in ratty jeans and flannel shirts appeared. " Hey look its our old buddy Razor, back from the dead by the look of it," the golden eyed twin joked giving the Were a shove. " Do that again if you want to loose your hand," Razor retorted lifting his paws from the still grinning Spike.

Both twins suddenly seemed to shrink; fur sprouting on their arms, clothing melding into gray black fur. Razor watched Chase and Trailer return to wolf forms wondering absently why on earth they would wander around in the bulky, fur less, deaf and useless shape. The wolf twins stood on sturdy legs, black and gray pelts.

"We just came from a meeting as they called it, with the humans. They have located a new clan in this area said the leader has a coat of gold, and the bounty pack that brings him in will get rewarded. You know we need supplies, so there could not have been a better time. I’m on my way to tell Fangs and Claw. I bet we hunt tonight" Trailer explained, eyes glittering at the thought.

Razor raised his head, "I’ll be ready, you can bet your fangs on it. It still give me the creeps ‘tis all. This bounty thing." He said, flicking his tail tip thoughtfully. Spike shook dirt from his fur and turned pleasing eyes at Razor.

"Raz can I come, PLEASE! I always get left behind; I am more than old enough. Come on, can I come? " Spike begged, eyes wide with innocence.

Razor rolled his eyes. Spike would not understand, but then again, neither did he. "Well that’s not my decision, try asking Fangs, he won’t bite, unless you make ‘em mad." Razor muttered a feral grin on his face at Spike’s horrified expression.