The alpha wolf skid to a stop inside the clearing, yellow eyes bright with eagerness. "Did someone say party?!" he yelped. With a wave of his hand, the other werewolves rushed into the clearing, taking on their human forms with nothing short of glee. "Quick! Everyone commandeer the pizza before those vampire idiots get here!" Taking hold of a whole pie, he took a bite from it, howling with happiness. Garlic really was the best flavor. If the witches made it, of course it was an invitation. Unaware of the something else creeping closer, the alpha found a chair and plopped into it, one leg crossed as he leaned back with relaxation. Pointing to a witch at random, he spoke again. "Do you have those little BBQ weenies too? I'm dying to eat some!"