Lost

Leshia slept restlessly.  She wasn't sure why her mind insisted on hopping up and down like a monkey, chattering incessantly until she wanted to bash her head against a rock.  Fuchsia eyes blinked slowly, peering up toward the moon before she got to her feet.  Well, she might as well get a drink and enjoy the warm summer evening.  It was bound to be one of the few left as autumn was lingering just beyond the horizon and was likely to arrive in a matter of weeks.

She'd just bent her head to drink from a stream when a low and foreign call rang out near the border.  There was something haunting about it but also something threatening.  Her eyes narrowed.  This was not the typical tone one would take when seeking to join a pack, no this call rang out like a challenge.  Great, what now?  Why was Lirim attracting so much trouble?  She leapt over the stream and raced toward the source of the call, hoping others had heard as well.  Leshia was a spitfire and a warrior in her own right but she wasn't confident in her abilities to defend the pack unaided.

Leshia came upon a large, scarred male and was relieved to see that Zell was there as well.  She pulled up to Zell's right side, leaving about ten feet between her and the Lirim male.  She wasn't going to make it easy on their intruder and if he decided to attack she wanted to make sure that both she and Zell had space to work with. "Zell!  Do you know this male?"  She set her defenses quickly, awaiting orders.

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