There is only one thing on his mind as he tears up the smoky ground, as dust and nothingness swirls around his ears, pricked for sound.
He darts behind another veil of thick fog and is not met with the sight of another patch of empty space, but with the sight of a wolf, staring at him.*****
"Should we be worried?" Flurry whined anxiously, staring at the sky. "No. Redeye is up there. And he'll find her. Nothing to worry about. Piece of cake." EagleEyes said with a shiver, her eyes wide. She is curled atop a freshly dug grave where Thorn is lying in a peaceful eternal slumber.
Suddenly it begins to rain, and the sky is alight with thunder and lightning.
EagleEyes smiles for the first time since Thorn collapsed two feet from her the night before.
*****Redeye skirted to the left and barked, his tail wagging and his ears up, listening, this time for a familiar echo of his own bark.
She comes racing from the billowing mist, tumbling into him and laughing as she knocks him to the ground. He rolled over and got to his feet with a smile.
She laughed again and dove back through the patch of fog she'd been hiding in before. He followed her but still couldn't pick out her fur from the mist of the same color.
The only time he could detect her was when she barreled him over or when the stars in her fur twinkled and gave her away.
"Hey Redeye, where are we?" She asked as they lay next to each other in the smoky abyss.
"We're in StarPack, love." He whispered.
"We have to get out of here." She whispered back.
"I know."So the days were endless. They were wandering and trying but not succeeding to find the hold in the sky again.
"It must have closed back up." She said sadly. "And besides, I can't leave here now anyway." She turned her head to glance at the ten stars in her gray fur.
"I know. We'll figure it out, soon." She sighed and flopped onto the ground.
The whole world was fog and smoke and the ground was white and gray. They wandered farther and farther until they thought they must be lost, until they realized there was nowhere to be lost from.
"What's happened since I've been here?" That question again.
Redeye tried to paint the bloody war in the best possible light but failed horribly every time.
"Is Whitefang and Athena and- oh, oh, the packs...." Worries
Days could've past. Years as they sat and watched. Years as they curled together in the smoke and waited. Years as Redeye tried to figure out how he would save himself and her from this, because that's what mattered to him.
Saving her.
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FantasyNOTE: LAST BOOK IN SERIES. TWO OTHERS COME BEFORE IT No creature can match the breathtaking grace of a timber wolf, the way it's paws silently glide through the snow, ears pricked for sound, ice caught in its thick coat. No creature can match the...