Where do we go now?

The hare dropped from the giants mouth as he lifted his head to the wind and listened. He reconsidered the howl that explored the open skies, he knew the name of the caller and could not deny the urgency in its howl. He picked up the kill he had dropped and started out in a light run through the trees, dropping his prize before Ray, who he had known hadn't been far away. “Take this to the beach” he instructed her, nuzzling her neck before he was off again.

It was only moments after the last notes of Ren's call had faded from the wind that Glacier would appear at the borders. He slowed his pace, and came to a stop before the man, his steps a pace away from their shared border line. “Ren, what is wrong?” he gently asked his young friend.