Scars are a lesson part 2Ludko lounged idly, pawing at the piles of dry pine needles around him. He was beginning to feel silly, and thought about heading back to the den. Of course, Ian would be fine. Fellfang's territory was well-guarded, and there was no reason to worry over nothing. He yawned and stretched, preparing to move himself when an awful pain-filled cry drifted faintly through the air, chilling his blood."Oh no," Ludko groaned, wiggling out from under the pine tree and shaking himself free of the fallen needles. He couldn't tell who it was just from the yell, but in any case there was no way it meant anything good. Quickly picking up Ian's scent he bounded off after the trail, his heart sinking as he realized it was taking him in the same direction that the sound had come from. Just a little accident. He assured himself, tongue lolling wildly as he picked up speed. Can't be anything serious.
Desert runSheraShera has been wandering aimlessly for the past two hours. For right now she had nothing to do, and since the sun up the stars were nowhere to be seen. It was time to find something to do. Maybe sparring one of her packmates would keep her entertained enough until night came. As if her wish was answered by some invincible force, her eyes noticed movement far ahead of her. Feeling excitement rushing through her body she called out, trying to stop whoever it was from disappearing:- Hey you! Stop! Wait for a second!Shera fell into an extended trot, her long legs carrying her toward her goal with ease. "Please wait," she thought, hoping to catch up with them before they left. Maybe they didn't hear her?Having her freedom back was… nice. Despite her arguably privileged life prior to being captured and enslaved, Neith had almost forgotten what it was like to be free. Depending on one’s perspe