**Okay - I'm going to try an re-insert Storm and Lark back into the plot - If anyone would like to begin interacting with them again, please do so...
Lark
Lark darted into a bush, whimpering. She heard the snarls and growls of the raid. Lark lay down inside the bush's hollow center, quivering. This bush was Lark's special hiding spot. Many times, if the pack were in some sort of fight, or in a raid, Lark had hidden here to keep safe.
Suddenly, there was a long, drawn out howl. Almost instantly, Lark could smell fear coming from the other wolves downwind. Not long after, there was a thunder of footfalls. Lark tensed, her muscles preparing to sprint away if her hiding spot was discovered. A panicked whine tore from her throat.
Listening intently, Lark realized that one of the charging wolves had stopped right in front of her bush. She backed away from the wolf's scent fearfully. The leaves above her rustled, and another pang of terror ran through Lark. The wolf was smelling her bush. The wolf knew she was there.
Storm
Storm pressed his body onto a rocky overhang near the lake. He inched forward until he could see the shore of the lake. He peeked his nose over the rock, panting with excitement. His face fell at the sight. Only Zodiak and Lhuna were there. Storm wrinkled his nose; only a moment ago he had heard the sounds of battle coming from over there!
"Hey!" called Storm, trying to get the wolf's attention.
**Okay - I'm sorry for any inaccuracies - If I've got anything wrong, just tell me and I'll edit.
