Rhian stared at the horizon, imagining the lands beyond the Fireside borders. What would she see? What could she do? She was an adventurous girl, and there was so much adventure to get into. She frowned, but her eyes still sparkled with the anticipation of mischief. She wasn't supposed to leave the pack territory, but come on! What was she supposed to do? She got bored so easily now; she had to explore somewhere new, or she thought she'd go crazy. Plus, she was just in the mood to be troublesome. She almost hoped somebody would catch her--she'd teach them a lesson! She was only a very young pup, but in her mind, she was mighty! And absolutely terrifying!  

She grinned and started off towards the border, pretending that she was being as stealthy as a master. She was invisible in her imagination, even though, in reality, she was tiptoeing and giggling loudly, all in plain sight of anyone. It was no more than a game to her. Still, she got to the border without incident and started running away from home.

Dagrún was taking it easy. She was finally recovering from her illness. No more crystals, and almost no more ooze. Every so often she'd sneeze bright green but for the most part she looked like her normal self. Dag walked slowly from her den near the south wall of the barn and out to a puddle for a drink. She was still weak but she could feel herself getting stronger. Soon she'd be back to normal and could start her training again.

As she walked toward her drinking source she spied a tan and gray pup making a beeline for the border lands. If she recalled correctly that was one of the Chaos pups. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"