Terveta-Chapter 1: Warning (Part 1)
The wind howled loudly, seeming to call a storm from the north. It was loud in his ears and he could practically taste the change in the weather current on the tip of his tongue as he stood on the cliff edge that over looked a desert of snow. The sides of his mouth pulled down at the corners, when he began to ponder the shift.
"Sir?" whispered a light, timid feminine voice from behind him. He slowly turned to face her, the Beta in the group that stood merely feet away.
"I feel it too," he grumbled, turning his eyes back to the front.
"The storm?" she hedged.
He only nodded once and dimmed his eyes in a glare. Then something hit him that caught his full attention. It was a smell, a strong sweet and iron scent, like blood mixed with sugar.
"Damn it," he growled and whirled to face abaft of him before he started for the others, passing by the girl as she stared after him in confusion, until the smell hit her too.
"The hostiles have changed their tactics. I estimate they'll be at the city in at least a day." He seemed to be growling with snarling fury when he stormed up to the three that sat around the roughly formed map in the snow. They all rose to their feet and pulled their helmets across their muzzles, locking them in place. The female trotted up from behind and stared at her commander. He was a strong well-known Alpha among the ranks of warriors, a powerful blue-furred husky that stood tall without any falter to his figure. She copied the others and pulled the steel covering down to conceal her vulpine features.
As a group, they started off for a direction back down the slope at a steep angle with the leader out in the front. He stepped up to a drop that turned out to be an expressway to the ground, about a few hundred feet. He stared over the edge. The exact way they came up was the same way they'd be going down.
Without hesitation, he flung one foot over and then pushed off with the other. The air screamed in his ears as he plummeted to the earth, the visor keeping his sight clear of moisture that would have formed in his eyes. He landed with an echoing thud that seemed to wobble off the overhang he had just come from. With no pause between his landings, he took off in a dead sprint in the first direction he faced. The others followed with little time lapse, crashing into the snowy abyss and then running close behind. The warriors were all powerful, so much so that the fall didn't even affect them in the slightest. They bared clanking armor that doubled as a mixture of war drums and wind chimes, so many more hundreds of pounds heavier then the warriors that carried; it never even slowed their pace. The snow swirled around each of their bodies while they moved with a speed that caused the space around them to visually blur. The distance was wide but the mission at hand forced them not to break at all.
Blizzard felt the thick metal glove around his paw begin to warm. The image of the hostiles flashed in his mind and with it came a bright blue aura that undulated in his palm, like a fire. He glanced down at the small show of energy and flicked his wrist to dissipate it, making sure not to let his anger get the best of him at the moment. The weakness of the flexing mass was disrupted and vanished as soon as its power source was gone. He cursed under his breath and trained his vision back to the front. As he was leading, he was the first to see the tall structures of the city.
Their pace significantly slowed; approaching the outer limits at great speeds, they could easily be fired upon by being mistaken as the hostiles. The five regrouped with one another in order of rank. Around the city there was a high steel wall with manned turrets set in towers at every corner and point in between. As the warriors came up to an entrance point in the wall, six guards armed with high-powered rifles stepped up to greet the group with laser sights trained.