(Wow!)
Chapter 4
The next day, Nyx awoke to find Ash and Moss already playing outside. "Hey!" she started to say, but Moss wheeled around and shushed her.
"What's going on?" she whispered.
Ash glanced around. "Mom doesn't know we're out yet. We were just going to play around a bit before the sun rises." He pointed the tip of his tail towards the sky. Nyx realized it was still dark. She knew she--or a good pup--should run back inside the den and warn her mother so her brothers wouldn't get hurt. Another feeling overcame her before she could...excitement.
"I won't tell," she promised, "Just count me in!"
The three pups ran around behind their mother's den so they wouldn't be spotted by a packmate. Ash and Moss ran ahead of her to play tage. Nyx felt a little annoyed, but soon she was running after Moss as well. After a few minutes of playing, Nyx came up with another idea. "This is boring," she remarked, swishing her black tail. "Why don't we go into the forest and try hunting."
"You'd never catch anything." Moss flipped over, smiling. "Besides, Mom and Dad always said we had to stay away from it. There are bears and coyotes and foxes and eagles and--"
"Okay, Moss! Geez, it was just a suggestion." Ash snickered. "But I think Nyx is right. We should be exploring instead of just running around like tiny babies whose eyes haven't opened."
A twig snapped behind them. "Or pups that are your age."
Nyx, Moss, and Ash both turned around at the same time. Nyx's eyes were so wide she went a little cross-eyed for a second. Then she saw the speaker. To Nyx's relief, it was Lark. Storm wagged his tail as he trotted into sight behind his sister.
"What are YOU doing out here?" Ash inquired suspiciously.
Lark's eyes sparkled like pools of rippling light. "We're going to go hunting. You're too young for that, I guess."
"Um, you are too," Moss said with an edge to his voice. Nyx's ears quivered with worry. She didn't like where the conversation was going.
Storm's pelt bristled. "At least we're older than YOU. We're going to catch a nice big rabbit, and you won't get any of it." He tapped his sister with his tail as he left, telling her to come. Lark smirked and followed her brother, leaving the three younger pups with a feeling of uneasiness.
"Was it just me, or was that a challenge?" Ash whispered to his siblings.
Moss glared at him. "What if we get lost? Storm and Lark are a whole week older than us. They can handle it, but we..."
"Don't you dare say we can't too," Ash snarled. He looked into Nyx's eyes. "Nyx, we can hunt too, can't we?!"
Nyx straighten her spine. "What?! 'Course we can! Don't tell me you're too chicken, Moss."
Without another word, Moss turned away and started in the opposite direction. Nyx could see his hackles rising as he rushed towards their mother's den. "He's probably going to tell on us," Ash murmured, "Come on, let's go."
...
"We're lost."
Nyx closed her eyes, her head swimming with confusion. They'd been walking in the forest for almost an hour now. The sun was already rising, and Ash wasn't even certain they were on Emeraldpack land anymore. Nyx knew they would have smelled the border if they had crossed it, but she decided not to tell him that. He worked best under pressure.
"Howl, Nyx," Ash said again. "We have to howl. That's what I heard Thrush telling Storm and Lark to do if they got lost."
Nyx's eyes stared back at him with frustration. "I already told you, I can't."
Ash put his head down d kept walking. Nyx sauntered alongside him, uncertain they would ever see their pack or their parents again. She was already started to miss her mom, her packmates, and even her worry-wort brother, Moss. She wished they were just playing hunt the leaf instead.
Crunch!
Leaves...Nyx's ears shot up. It was definitely not her imagination that had made that sound. "Ash..." She and her brother pressed together for protection. "W-what was that?!"
Storm stepped out of the bracken. His eyes were even rounder than Ash's and Nyx's were. He let out a sigh of relief like a balloon deflating when he realized it was just the younger pups. "I'm...I'm...you're lost too, huh?"
Nyx nodded. She'd never liked Storm himself that much, but the scent of other Emeraldpack wolves calmed her down a good bit. Her nearly choked when another scent hit her. Strong. Hostile. Strange.
Stonepack.