Snippet #2636299

Her eyes locked onto the wolf, like blood over water. She swallowed, saying; "I came to... Inform you of another tribe in the N-North that is going to invade you! Yes! So, just warning... you. Yes." Abell knew this was the best time to turn and run, she gripped one of the Old Ones' devices in her jaw, namely, an iPod. Swifter than almost the wolf's vision itself, Abell was out of the clearing, tearing past the great pines. Bastard, he's done, he thought he would have me! she practically yelled to herself. Unfortunately, her celebration did not last for as long as expected. Soon came the sudden realisation; H-He smelled me, no, no, my scent. My scent. The Den, the Den. Zahara!

It seemed like five minutes, but ten in reality; Abell had returned to the den. She scampered to the side of the water hole, dropping onto her side in between Monty and Niko. Abell mouthed; "The Drax, t-t-they're twenty miles east, they know my scent..." soon after letting her eyes shut, releasing the device.