Jock then looked down. He wasn't really much for water, his filth sorta said that, but he didn't really want to say that at the moment. He already was missing the young Beta. "My feet are cold." He said strangly. "I'm, ah, heading to my den." Jock said quietly, and headed for White-Tailed Deer Mountain, not the pack's camp.
"Lost, uh?" Came the voice in an unbelieving tone, and started to step inside. "Where?" It demanded again.
Owl sighed, seeing Jock wasn't going to open up he decided to go back to his den.
"I was wondering the woods and accidentally slepwalked into an area of the other pack's that was unknown to me," Sherbert said simply.
Jock walked a ways, then looked back. Owl was gone. Sherbert was gone. "Like always. Everyone is gone." He loneily thought to himself. He could feel a tear coming to his eye. Then he turned, and headed back in the direction he was going- White-Tailed Deer Mountain.
Owl didn't know any of this so he continued on. He had just thought Jock wanted some alone time and would come back to check later.
"Ri-ight." Said the voice with a slight, quiet sound of a tail swish. "Sleep walking. Suure."
"I've slepwalked since I was a pup!" Sherbert snapped, whirling, unsure at who would dare enter her den without permission.
Jock walked aways before soon, coming upon Spooky Cabin. Most wolves called this place that, and said it gave them the chills just thinking about this place. Jock had never gave it much thought, and jumped through the broken window like he usually did. There was still food inside, but he wasn't in the mood for eating. He laid down on the torn, mouse infested couch dreaming of Sherbert.
"Really?" The voice came, obviously not threatened by Sherbert at all. "Should of out grown that." Another swish of a tail could be heard.
