~Snowflake~
My side ached as I jogged in front of the outsider. I looked back and saw our trail, along with splotches of blood. I noticed, too, that my markings had faded and were unnoticeable amongst the gashes in my fur. I slowed to a stop for a minute to clean my wounds quickly. The outsider looked at me and growled,
"Why is your side littered with red? Long time battle scars? Just crusted blood?"
I looked upon the outsider's skinny form. I thought that I could faintly see an outline of a skeleton. I then stared straight into her eyes and answered her.
"Yes, it is red. And no, you did not inflict damage upon anywhere but my side. My face was red already. They are markings, and the tale is not pretty. However, I have earned my fair share of scars. Anyway, we should-" I stopped abruptly and sniffed the air. I recognized the scent at once. Fire. Seconds later, I heard a howl-signaling that the rest of the pack knew as well. The outsider looked at me.
"You are worried?" I stood straight up and resumed my jog. The young wolf tried hard to keep up.
"This.. is a different direction. Where are you..?"
"Quiet, young hunter. You know the scent in the air do you not? What happened to your pack? Don't answer that-I don't need to know right this moment. To answer your question, I'm leading you away from the fire. Now hurry in this direction and watch out for man. Run, young hunter. Do not forget that I have quite possibly just saved your life. GO!" I growled. She ran without so much as a glance back.
That annoyed me, and I could feel a heat rising within me. I stopped my anger by thinking of the pups. I had to get to Heather. With that in mind, I stilled my anger and broke into a run to find the alpha female. My side burned angrily, but I continued on for the honor of the clan. The smoke got closer and closer-the clan camp at the den-it's to risky. I ran yet faster to warn Heather.
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