Wrong turn

Awaken was on yet another daily sprint. He ran as far as he could every day and came back to glaciem... But this particular day he'd taken a wrong turn and wound up near Vahalla! Completely oblivious the mistake, he just continued to run. A seldom snort escaped his flared nostrils as he realized the climate change. How had he gone from ice to grass?


?Awaken slid to a stop looking around, smelling the air. He didn't recongize the scent but he decided to lay low for a while. Then it hit him... He was in a pack territory! He cursed under his breath. How far had he run? Was this an enemy pack? Was he being watched. ?Luckily for him he wasn't quite in the territory yet, just on the outskirts and dangerously close to the boarder.


? The scent of Glaciem reeked off his coat as his mouth hung open panting. His black lips were moist sith saliva trying to cool himself off. He then heard a snap of a twig and jumped, spinning around. No... We can't fight yet... Im not done with training. She can't be here yet! His mind raced as the thoughts of death in cat form fillex his head. He'd put on loads of muscle since he was informed of the impending fight, the space between his shoulderblades was atleast a foot. But was a shame it'd be to die so far from home.


?? ?He let out a loud snarl as he thought he saw the black and white striped beast. He backed up but his paw his air. There was nothing behind him. He attempted to jerk it back onto solid land but loose soil gave out draging his lower half down as he held himself up with his front legs. What ever was stalking him had left. He worked to pull himself back up but the dirt gave way and sent him tumbling into the dry creekbed. He pulled himself up, still on edge. He'd entered a pack's territory and he quite possibly had that beast stalking him.