Fresca, Walker, Skip, & Cherry

The four canines made there way into the terra, eager to have a place to settle down in. Fresca was already disheartened by hearing that the Lurkers were apparently still together and doing well. She knew her own pack was weaker than the Lurkers, for none of them had any wolf blood in their viens, nor as much fighting experience; except herself, of course.

Walker sat back on his haunches and stractched at an itch behind his ear. "Seems a nice place." He pointed out, sniffing at the air.

Skip and Cherry laid down nearby, a bit tired from their journey here.

White Noise

the timber of onyx moved into his terrian along with the others finding the tree nearby with a hollow center he liked to bed down it in moved closer to it to rest under lets branches the healing cougar wounds took alot out of him not to mention the pain that each motion brought. massive chassis lowered down watching the others but silent.