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[friday]

The woods were dark, and slightly creepy, with a dangerous feeling about them. But that wasn't what bothered Red, the dark didn't bother her at all, if anything, these woods felt alot like home. The more she grew, the more her liking for dark, quiet places emerged. Since her adopted mother had disapeared, Red had found herself searching for somewhere that felt welcoming to her, somewhere like this.
She strained her tired eyes around the scene, taking in tall, leafless trees, and the dark clouded skies.

She padded, wobbling slightly, over to the roots of a rather large tree, and flopped down in a comfortable position. God she was tired. Two days walking was way to much for a mere pup, she needed rest if she was ever going to get to where she was heading. Where am i heading? She thought to herself, her eyelids dragging down, begging for sleep. Come to think of it, she wasn't heading anywhere, she was just wandering around, searching for a place to call home. Perhaps find a pack that could look after her properly? Like pups with normal lives are? If it wasn't for her pathetic exuse for a mother, then she would have a normal life, like all of the other pups around. Oh well, she was incharge now, she was going to try and straighten her life out for good.
Red slowly began to give in to sleep, resting her head against a large root, and yawning loudly. The pup would rest here for a bit, gain back the energy she had lost whilst walking.

[K.a.t.i.e]

Kaija padded along the dirt path that had formed through the oh so familiar woods. He kept his cold auds glued to the ground, examining some strange markings that had been, rather recently by the looks of things, inprinted there. They looked slightly like his own paw prints, only smaller, and more deinty, but another wolf that small in the packlands was impossible. The only pup known to be here was Layla, and she had dissapeared off in a bad mood and not returned.

He lifted his pitch nose into the air, seeking out another scent, but nothing came to him. Who was the source of these prints then? They looked slightly wobbly, and displaced than normal wolf pawprints were. Perhaps their was another pup on the lands? Dangerous place for a mere pup to be wandering around unprotected. He thought to himself, somewhat unsteadily. Usualy Kaija was a cold, blood thirsty wolf, who's heart belonged in the Skyla, but this always changed when their were pups around. For some reason he always softened up, became more caring towards others.

The Brute walked softly through the bare trees, following the prints, that had now gained his full curiosity. He examined his surroundings. This was definatly Sorrow Woods, a strange place for a pup to want to enter, most wolves freek out at the sight of it. Their was something about these woods that gave off a chill. Kaija had heard the rumours of course, that the woodlands were filled with the spirits of wolves not aloud into heaven, and rejected from Hell. That superstition was enough to scare any fully grown wolf, let alone a small pup, whos imagination was still writhing.
His ears perked up to a sound in the distance, just as an unfamiliar scent met his nose. The further he walked, the stronger it got. The wolf squinted into the ever growing darkness that was swollowing up the surroundings, only to spot a small shape curled up by the roots of a particularly large tree.

He looked down at the ground, the prints were heading in that direction. "So this is the outsider." He said, smirking slightly. When news of a lone wolf wandering the areas had met him, Kaija had automaticaly thought of Zentha, whom he now knew definatly existed, but the worries were all for nothing. It was only a pup.
The Brute padded over to where the young wolf was sleeping. Perhaps best not to wake her? He thought to himself, settling down alittle way from the sleeping pup. He couldn't just let her stay here alone, not a pup, who knows what dangers were wondering around the darkness, looking for an easy meal.