The wolves were instantly in defence mode at their makeshift home being invader. There were packs spit around the warehouse, ready to defend their warren from the invasion. One of the more bolder wolves race ahead, leaping from the spot and slamming right into the New York Jack and wasting no time at all going for the jugular and tearing at it. The others weren't far behind, spacing out as if they had a tactic, as if they were just as organised as Torchwood, perhaps they were