Nia's eyes adjusted to the low light of the den. Cloudy skies filtered sunlight through a large opening stretching the length of the opposite side of the den.
Omari managed to slow his breathing, but his heart was still pounding with excitement. He quickly swung his legs over an unusual shaped rock, then tentatively put weight on his paws.
Nia was still feeling the shock of his words when a vaguely familiar wild dog walked by the maw of the den and dropped a hare inside before trotting off. She had no trouble standing and felt each muscle spring back to life, coiled and taut, ready for anything. "Yes, of course," her eyes were bright with excitement.
Sierra glanced over her shoulder to see if Foluke was running after them.
Nia's muzzle quivered before she opened her jaws in a smile. "That must've been one of the packmates dropping by to check up on us," she stared at Jake innocently.
Omari caught the delicate scent of distant prey and stopped, digging his paws into the earth. Lifting his muzzle to the wind, he inhaled, allowing the distinctive dirt-and-hoof aroma to sink into the back of his throat. All at once, blood rushed to the sensitive spot just behind his ears. His mouth began to water at the promise of the hunt, and every muscle in his body hungered for the chase.
Foluke's muscles bunched and he ran, putting on a burst of speed that surprised him.
"Oh, do you think we should ask if anyone wants to join the new pack with us?"(I know real dogs they'd just go join a pack, I just want to have that!) Jake asked her, nudging her.
