Sequioa

She had been unsuccessful in getting past the guard. Blackcrest had not been around to speak with her. She had posed as Lyckos' mate for a brief moment. With a soft sigh she moved on. She didn't go to the Aegis Den. She knew pups were there and running around and being Psycho. Instead the black and tan Hybrid leaped atop a crate and lay down. She had left Lyckos where ever he had been unable to keep up. Her pace had been quick and brisk, never halting never tiring. Her muscles were well toned. A scar ran down her shoulder from a cougar that she had gotten into a riff with. She knew she had to tell Hydras the news. Atticus was found but he was with humans. DEFINETLY not good. A rescue mission for him was already in place though so Hydras didn't have to worry about that. Sequioa sat tall and proud on her crate, watching over her section of the alley. One could tell it was hers. It was the darkest part, covered in graffitti and shadowed by the large buildings. A blanket smelling of strictly her lay behind this very crate but this was her watching point. She could see the far end of the alley where others walked through 'accidently' stumbling into their lands. She was their welcome wagon. Not a good price huh?

L y c k o s

Indeed she had lost him, but who said he hadnt lost her?
Lyckos appeared down one end of the alley Sequioa had chosen as hers. The labradane trotted up, head high as if he owned the place, which he knew was not true, but he was just messing around; he had to let all this energy out somehow. Spying Sequioa atop a crate, Lyckos headed over to her a small grin on his face.
So this is where you like to spend the day? Do you not spend it in the company of your pack?
The hybrid looked around, he could not see or smell anyone else at this present moment in time.
Speaking of your pack, where are they?