Nyx padded up to Storm, she licked the wound on his shoulder, "You okay?"
Now there were two wolves, she was sure of it, and this one was female. There was probably a pack nearby, Her memory roved to the last pack she had run into, how she had nearly lost her life in a fight, her body trembled at the thought. She was tired of hiding though, if there was a pack nearby they were bound to smell her anyway, she could feel the wind shifting out of her favor again. It was inevitable. Summoning her courage she let out a contact howl, she had learned it from her father, "Always better to let other wolves know your coming, less trouble that way,"