Drumline Battle of the Field

11- Lowkey Just Jenna Carly and Emma

Jenna paced while the other two wolves settling into their new bodies. Jenna could sense something new between them and it was starting to make her feel a tad bit uncomfortable.

Emma and Carly exchanged glances every now and then. When Jenna told them to part she position herself between the two.

Emma could hear some of Carly's footsteps. She focused her hearing all the way past Jenna and all to Carly's heart beat. She closed her eyes and imagine Carly's dark brown eyes and the smell of her hair. She though of when they were home and sitting in the coach right next to each other watching Netflix while also snap chatting each other.

Carly remembered hearing Emma's nervous whimpers and pretended she didn't hear them. She's a hunter, she's won't get hurt. She told herself.

All three stayed at their positions for about 20 minutes, all three were filled with worry.

Emma could hear their breaths and their thick pawed footsteps coming in fast. She howled and started to change her position right away; moving in one direction for a short while before following their noise.

Jenna and Carly followed Emma, trying to keep up as much they could. Carly was concerned and was internally screaming. She knew exactly what was going on.

Emma chased the sounds and eventually Jenna and Carly caught up. The three moved fast for one direction until Emma halted. Her ears perked around and Jenna sniffed the ground. They both agreed very quickly that they already got past. The three full on sprinted for the stadium.

Jenna's body felt light-heavy with adrenaline- her blue eyes stayed focused. Fresh breath fresh beats. Why was she even thinking about that right now? There were so many other things going on.

Jenna found herself sprinting straight to the source where Ally and Amherst would be, most likely currently being overwhelmed with intruders.