GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN [Ivory Ridge]

Dominik lifted his head from his resting place as he heard an urgent howl ring out across the jagged, rocky terrain. It was not the voice of their leader, but it was a pack mate, and no less compelling. The honey-eyed wolf rose to his paws, shaking out his coat as he began carefully along the rocky paths he had grown familiar with over the past months. It was still not his specialty, moving with haste amongst such dangerous mountain paths, but he was at least comfortable enough with his surroundings that he knew he would not fall so long as he was careful. His nails dug into the rock as he moved, trying to travel a little more quickly than he normally would, wondering what was going on and why it sounded so serious.

When he arrived, there were a few wolves already gathered, with someone clearly very ill in the middle of them all. His brows furrowed as he neared, wondering what had happened. Had this wolf fallen? As he drew nearer, he heard the words of another; "Poison?" asked a young man. His eyes flashed, widening with fear. But his hackles spiked, a feeling of anger rising within him. He may not have known these wolves well, but he knew that these were his pack mates and they needed to stick together against threats. He wasn't much of a fighter, but he wasn't going to sit quietly in his den while his pack mates healed the poisoned wolf and hunted down the criminal who had done this.

Still, with little confidence, he knew he would only be lending a paw, leading nothing. So he quietly joined the group of gathered wolves, listening to the words shared as his eyes flicked to Raba, wondering what she would decide to do, his muscles tensing as he readied himself to take whatever action was requested.