~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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Kludd looked outside and said " I think they are gone now, theye went one the other direction, towards, TOWARDS STONE PACK!!!! Silver I have to go but I will be back as soon as possible please stay hear!" Kludd said

Silver was already half asleep so just nodded not knowing what she was doing.
 
Garron's trail weaved through the pine trees, swirling this way and that. His scent grew stronger and stronger as the trail took Scar to Stonepack's border. From here, the gunshots in the mountains could be heard echoing in the distance, although they were quiet and faint. He scaled a boulder and stood at the crest, perking his ears at the distant pops.



Scar didn't even flinch at the sound of gunfire. He plowed on catching up to Garron. What is the wolf doing? he idly wondered.


Garron's gaze remained set on the snow-capped mountains of Stonepack, and his ears kept twitching, as though something was lodged in them or he was shooing away a fly. He got the eerie feeling that he was being watched, and ever wary with the hunters in the area, he glanced around, but didn't spot Scar. Since Scar was downwind of him, he couldn't smell him, and Garron wasn't sure if the lack of scent was a good or bad thing.
 
Garron's gaze remained set on the snow-capped mountains of Stonepack, and his ears kept twitching, as though something was lodged in them or he was shooing away a fly. He got the eerie feeling that he was being watched, and ever wary with the hunters in the area, he glanced around, but didn't spot Scar. Since Scar was downwind of him, he couldn't smell him, and Garron wasn't sure if the lack of scent was a good or bad thing.

Scar stood on a ledge above Garron, watching him. He sat down and smiled. His voice rang out behind Garron calmly. "Well...bit far from the Densite aren't we? The prey not good enough in Pinepack? Anyway...I want to talk with you, wolf."
 
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Close to Girvan, a dark gray and white she-wolf was sprinting away from the hunters. Her blue gaze was aflame with terror, and her mind was in a senseless whirl. "Help!" she cried out in desperation as a bullet sailed over her head.



Girvan heard the she wolf and called to her, "Come on! This way!" to his left he spied a small, barely noticeable ditch in the ground and he dove for it, his shoulder screaming in pain. He finally noticed that one of the bullets had hit him at the base of his neck and was bleeding. In his fear he hadn't even noticed. He waited expectantly for the wolf to jump down next to him and then crouched down, making himself as small as possible. With any luck, the hunters would not be able to see them and would move on...away from the pack.


Larch fel relief course through her veins when she heard Girvan's voice through the overwhelming pops caused by the guns. She sprinted after him with breakneck speed and sank to the ground beside him, her heart still going a mile a minute like a startled bird in her chest.
 
Girvan quivered from wiriness from head to tail tip as he lay beside the she wolf. His ears strained to hear the hunters, hoping they would leave soon so he could rejoin his pack.
After a while they moved off, away from stonepack land. Girvan looked around. They were close to Darkpack border. He couldn't keep from hopping the hunters would go in there.
He rose shakily to his feet his heart racing, panting hard.
"Are...are you okay?" he asked the she-wolf.
 
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