Narsia, Skeil, & Yersinia

Yersinia was lying partially curled against her mothers back. Narsia was stretched lazily out on her side, basking in a thin ray of sun that filtered down through the building tops and a series of laundry lines.

Skeil was nosing about by a gutter, searching for a tid bit of food. None were to be found. With a sigh, she plopped down and rested her pumpkin-head on her forepaws. After a while a sudden, urgent call came to her; Hydras. The pit bull stood quickly and looked to Narsia; she had heard it too. "I'll be back soon. Maybe Aidan can help? Call to him and tell him where to go." Skeil said before hurrying off.

Narsia sat up and gave a light howl, reaching for the Ranch and her son that resided there.

Silent Storm

The brute heard the she-wolf's call, and he trotted over towards her.
"You needed help?"
He looked at the others, and turned his attention back to the one before him.