Apache*Midnight Sky

A white and silvery grey brute walked into the packlands. He was searching for the one christened Midnight Sky. Brute tossed back his white cranium and bellowed a loud athoritive howl calling for her...

Midnight Sky heard the howl and thought it was White Flame. She rushed to where she thought she heard it. Once the femmora was twenty feet away from the brute she stopped in her tracks in horror. Her old mate had found her. "Lo, Apache."she hissed. "What brings you here?"

Apache chuckled. He walked forward a few steps towards Midnight. "I am here to find you. When I heard you ran away from the pack, I was devastated." Apache half-taunted, a twinkle in his cold black eyes

Midnight Sky stepped back. She didn't want Apache to find her. It had been two seasons since she left her old pack and Apache tracked her down. The femme took a deep breath. "I don't belong to my old pack and I never did. You don't belong here. LEAVE!" she barked