Storm Alarm & Quamia

The sisters sprinted into the Ashen Domes, panting and exhausted from their panicked run from their territory. They stopped beside a small dome where Storm Alarm laid down. She flicked her tounge out and licked the blood that trickled from the wound on her muzzle. The wound wasn't a bad one though.

Quamia pulled her ears back and whimpered lightly. She didn't know what to say. She was had been so terrifide by how Glider acted and the sickly scent on his breath. Not knowing what else to do, she reached her muzzle out and helped to clean the wound on her sister's muzzle.

Target

The black shepherd was racing across the ground, upwind of the two she-wolves. He was running for no real reason, other than he just felt like running. He still hadn't faced his pack after his confrentation with Mitya and Legosa. The dog ran over the top of the small dome which hadn't caved in at the top yet. Just as he was speeding down the opposite side of it, he spotted Storm Alarm and Quamia. With a yelp of surprise, he tried to slow down, but it was too late. If they didn't move, he would crash straight into them.

Storm Alarm & Quamia

Storm Alarm was already on edge. When Target came crashing into them, she snapped out blindly in surpise and fear; not knowing at first what had collided with her. She picked herself up and sprang back, eyes wide and ears forward, "Who are you?" She was ready to defend herself if she must.

Quamia sprang back just intime to avoid getting hit by the dog. Equally as startled as her sister, Quamia pulled her ears back.

Target

He scrambled up and backed off a few feet, ears back and body lowered, "I, I'm sorry! I didn't see you until it was too late..." he appologized in a rush, hoping to avoid a counter attack. "I'm Target; a member of the Sora Asiatic pack." he wrinkled his nose suddenly, picking up a disturbing odor on one of the wolves. Then he noticed a small stinging at his flank; a small gash from Storm Alarm's fangs. Taking another step back, Targer dipped his head once more, "Again, I'm really sorry for bothering you... but I must go now." The sickly scent made him panic. Without waiting for their reply, the shepherd turned and ran off.

Storm Alarm & Quamia

Both of them had watched as Target retreated. They settled down once more and went to sleep, although fitfully on Quamia's part. It wasn't until the next day that they woke up again. Storm Alarm stood and stretched lightly, "We need to find food." she commented and closed her eyes suddenly.

Quamia noticed and spoke up, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a headache. I've been stressed; it'll go away soon enough." giving a heavy sigh, Storm Alarm opened her eyes and looked to Quamia, "Lets split up and see what we can find." Without waiting for her sister's approval, not that she needed it, the alpha turned and walked off. She couldn't really explain it, but she felt like being alone for a while.

Quamia turned the other way and walked off.