Piper started to cry as the loner got closer but she growled at herself, "Scar wouldn't cry! Astrong wolf never cries!" she shook her head to clear the tears and wearily tried to stand.
She was hardly reconcilable...her soft sleek pelt was rough and unkempt, hanging of her bone-thin form raggedly. Her once bright eye were dull and void of the light that used to dance in them, their purple luster now faded to a deep, sad blue.
Garron's heart broke when he saw her. He wished that he could race over to her, comfort her like he had before... But because of Scar, now that was impossible. Garron could feel rage bubble up in his veins as she watched Piper from behind a spruce tree.
(( This song fits Piper and Garron pretty well too
))
(Perfect song from Garron's perspective! But
http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=0dYlvdLdK9w is perfect for both...mainly Piper though.)
Piper stood there, her nose trying to Decker who was there. The scent was clouded...as if whoever carried it had rolled in the mud and fell in the river. She took a few steps forward, trying to look brave. "Who's there!" She demanded in a fear filled whisper.
She tried to catch the smell again...
Piper mad a gurgling gasp and stumbled back. "G...Garron? " she cried her voice cracking.