Delano silently joined the ranks of Negro pack, following like a shadow behind the pack members. He had clearly had success in his hunt, for his face and paws were stained red. Fitting decoration for war, though Delano paid that no mind. He was not much for fighting in massive fights, his specialty being single dogs he could hunt down and eliminate, but fight he would--for Negro pack!
Sonya had not heard a thing of what was happening, but happened to slip out of the church den in time to see Endigo hop to his feet. "P-prepare?" she asked with concern, looking around and wondering what was happening.
Georgia joined her, her tail wagging excitedly. "Is there gonna be a fight?" she asked, smiling. "Count me in!" And the pup began to trot toward Endigo.
Sonya looked to her in time to lipread the word, 'fight,' gasping in horror. "No you don't!" she exclaimed, snatching the youngster up by the scruff. Still, she didn't know what to do. Her eyes wide, she looked around with Georgia in her jaws, awaiting orders.
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I have to run out and get my hens in for the night--be back ASAP!))
