Blood Trail

He’d decided to explore towards the north. Perhaps he’d find some of his missing pack. The stale scents of Creed and Valor had gone north. Perhaps they’d gone to see Creed’s birthplace; it wasn’t a foreign idea. After all, he had revisited his own birthplace, not long past. What irked him was that neither had told him, or been working all that hard to be active that he had seen. Trips to the southern continent, maybe, but not truly working in the pack. He didn’t want to split a family up any further, but he would have to do something if this continued.

He’d crossed the river, drawing near to the area Imperium had once held so assuredly. A soft sigh left him. It was a pity that pack had fallen. It had been strong, a pack worthy of respect, and he’s liked Valentine, for all that they’d only met once when he was a yearling.

He was mulling over these thoughts when he found the blood trail. His own blood chilled as he recognized the scent. Marina. He swerved immediately, following the path she’d taken, quickly noticing the gait was off.

One leg was broken, or injured in some severe manner. The bloody hell had happened? He quickened his pace, then threw up his head, howling loudly and urgently for the rainbow marked female, concern heavy in the tone, stopping in his tracks to listen for any answer. A side path in his thoughts wondered, and hoped, that his brother was nearby. Or had even found the female and was tending to her already.