((Well, SORRY that I was being an amazing student and finishing my HW!))
Kyra felt as if more than just one pair of eyes were watching her, and she found her hand gripping her knife. She looked around. There were so many crevices in the tunnel, so many places something could jump out at you from. And then she smelled it. The pang of
, which made her want to puke. There was movement in a branch-off cave from the tunnel, and Kyra knew they were in trouble. She heard paws skittering across the stone ground, and at least seven low growls.Wolves, she thought. It was hunting season, after all. The pack slowly made it's way over to where S and Kyra were. One confused wolf lashed out at them without a command from the alpha male, and the battle begun...
Kyra felt as if more than just one pair of eyes were watching her, and she found her hand gripping her knife. She looked around. There were so many crevices in the tunnel, so many places something could jump out at you from. And then she smelled it. The pang of
torn flesh