Atra trotted toward one of the smaller tributaries that ran through their territory. She smiled as she entered the land Darkpack had conquered recently. They were growing well.
Nighta paced the camping, growling. he was frustrated at the defeat, angry from the pain, and though he would never admit in while he lived, sad that Luna was having pups and not him. "Atra!" he barked suddenly, then realizing she wasn't around, he went down to the river.