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While Sandy was knocked out, she felt herself being lifted in the air. ".... I got knocked out, didn't I? *sigh* I'm such a good hunter, but a lousy fighter. Well, I got no choice to wait in this place until I really wake up. Where is this anyway? It's all just black. Ma, who cares. I'll count how long it takes for me to wake up. I want to see if Silver Moon wasn't lying about me being a deep sleeper.."
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Speaking of which, Sanse had lingered around for a moment to make sure everyone was safe, for the time being. He didn't want the cowards to return and try to attack an apprentice on their unawares. Sandy was going to receive help from the healer. Besides that, no serious injury. He began to pick up a faster pace. What was he going to tell the pack? They'd see a wounded apprentice, and they'd smell blood. He'd have to make an announcement. Just the thought made him incredibly anxious. The wolves of Moon's Water would either become frenzied and attack any wolf that strayed onto their border, with that protective instinct. Their young are in danger, and that spurs them into aggressive mode. Or they'd panic, and that was not what Sanse needed right now. He arrived at camp.
The white wolf went to the center of camp and climbed to the boulder where his den lay. He went to the front area and sat down; his tail laid neatly by his side and his paws align. He didn't give the call, yet, to summon the higher ranked wolves to speak. Or to gather the wolves around to let them know. He'd have to tell them. But he'd give the apprentices a moment to settle down and get the help they needed.
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As they neared the gathering spot, Okari carefully noted which wolves were in the grounds. He kept a keen eye out for his mother, he did not think she would take it well to see her blood-covered son with a limp heading back into camp carrying a second passed out wold with the help of a bloodied third. Though it may help boost his ego as a mighty warrior, he didn't want to sit through a lecture on top of never leaving her sight again. Realizing the coast was clear, Okari continued at his subnormal pace, trying to act like nothing had happened.
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He silently began his solo hunt, relying on the thickest of cover and his own natural silence to catch the prey. Even then, he caught little. A single crow who got too reckless. The crow certainly gave him some trouble, cawing derisively at him to both taunt him and alert the other residents. Tsuyomaru leaped at the crow just as it made for the sky, but the wolf was too fast. He brought the bird down easily, and triumphantly devoured it, though realizing that if he had moved a second earlier, the powerful peck would likely have struck his eye. As it were, he ignored the slight current of pain in his forehead and stalked the forest for another good while before he concluded the noise had alerted every animal in the forest. He quickly but quietly returned, in time to see Sandy walking as if the wound never existed. She had recovered that fast?
"You all right, Sandy?" he asked as he passed her.
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Silver Moon had actually forgotten about the battle, and had not thought about her injuries. She turned her head and lowered her ears a bit, thinking. "Well, I actually hadn't thought about it. I was really sore back then, but I don't feel anything now. I feel like I'm brand new, so I must have healed fast. Ruby really is an amazing Healer huh? Where I used to come from, there was no one around to help you. Besides your family, you were on your own. I had a friend there though." Silver Moon looked at his injured leg and flattened her ears before perking them up again. "You should get that checked by Ruby. We'll have that battle later, k?" Silver Moon dashed downhill alongside the river, enjoying the feel of wind in her fur and the sound of running water beside her. She soon saw a tiny gem in the ground. "Wow, that's pretty." She tried to move it with her paw, but it wouldn't budge. After several more failed attempts, she sighed and placed her paw on the jewel, pushing it down in a last attempt. The gem sank into the ground. Silver Moon blinked. "W...What?" The sand around her started swirling. "Eeep!" Silver Moon was swallowed by sand, but soon felt stone under her paws. She looked around. "Another cave? I'm getting sick of this." A flash of movement appeared in the corridors, followed by a dark red and white wolf with green eyes. Silver Moon stepped back. "W-Who are you?" The wolf smiled and walked closer. "You really don't remember me, do you?" Silver Moon gently shook her head. The wolf smiled again, his eyes filling with amusement, remembering, and regret. 'He was in my dream... This is Drake? No, he couldn't be, Drake is supposed to be cruel and dangerous. This wolf isn't. He is someone else. But... is he really?' The wolf pressed his nose against her forehead and padded away. He turned once and said, "I'll find you again Silver Moon." before padding into the darkness. Silver Moon saw a blurr and found herself back beside the river. Confused, she stalked to camp. "You know, sometimes I think my life is a friggin fairy tale."
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Sandy glanced at Tsuyomaru. "Me? Oh yeah, I'm okay. Your healer heals really fast, you know that? Probably better than mine." Sandy laughed. "So, what are you doing? I'm going back home. It's getting late."
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Golden Cry had also been sitting in the den, staring outside. Her bright eyes reflected the lit snow. She sat alertly, as if waiting for something. She relaxed a bit as she saw more of her peers come into sight. Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food, but she didn't figure she needed it. She could catch something tomorrow, perhaps.
Golden Cry tucked in her paws as she lay down, still staring outside the den. Okari walked to camp - later than the rest. He was limping. Sudden worry came over her, but she stopped herself from springing upwards. There wasn't the scent of blood on him. Maybe it was something minor. She decided to ask tomorrow morning.
Sanse awoke, feeling strange. He shook his head, and got to his paws. He collapsed. His heart racing, he tried to get up again. With the same results. Suddenly fearful, he lunged forward onto his front paws - and fell face-forward. He scrambled into a sitting position. He wasn't in pain. His legs would simply not work.
Eventually he forced himself to stand, with his legs wobbling miserably. He took slow steps forward, extremely confused and terrified. This was unlike anything described to him before. He did not want to go and face his pack. He took pup-steps forward until he reached the spot where he usually bounded up the rocks to his den. He slid down, made a rough landing on the ground, and got back onto his feet. The whole way to the medic's den he was slipping or tripping or collapsing again. He felt the weakness in his muscles, too. He did not feel like he could jump, or run, or even trot. He did not feel like he could bite an opponent, lap up the tiniest amount of water, eat the smallest morsel of prey. He was completely and utterly weak. And weak alphas did not stay alphas. He plunged forward into the medicine den, to find it empty. His heart sinking, he turned back around and stumbled his way to the center of camp. He sat down, still perplexed, and watched his pack.
Golden Cry yawned widely. She got up, stretched, and walked out of the den. She saw Silver Moon prancing in the icy snow. Her attention was turned to the well-camouflaged alpha at the center of camp. She pricked her ears. "I wonder what he's doing." The practices of the older wolves was still a mystery to her.
She bounded to Silver Moon, and barked in greeting.
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