Part 7

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We entered , and are now looking for a new camp. In the woods, by streams, caves, wherever, really. I walk over to Dante. Prisoner check-up! I sit beside him. "How are you holding up?" I ask him. Then, all of a sudden, his wings flapped up. One hit my face, and I fall back. He launches himself upward. The pressure holding me down, I call, "Get him!" as loud as I can. Everyone launches up after him. I see Rainstorm in the lead, and she jumps on him. He falters, but continues to fly. I see Rainstorms Deltas racing to Dante, then they too, jump on Dante. He starts, getting lower and lower, as more wegles jump on him. His face looked in pain, but he struggled against them. One of his legs seem to sag, and every time it touched anything, he winced. I push off the ground, and fly after him. I see Garnog flying beside me. "Grab his leg, and pull him down. The pain will be unbearable, he'll have no choice but to follow you down," I say to Garnog. "But-" he begins but I cut him off. "GO!" I scream, and he flys obediently. He looks unsure, but grabs Dantes leg, and yanks it downward. All the wegles jump off of Dante as he screams out in pain, and starts dropping quickly downward. Garnog hesitates, and flys away from him. That's all he needed. He starts flying as quickly as he can, but I can tell his wings are also in pain, probably from the drop. Let's go! I am able to fly faster than him right now, so I'm betting I can catch up to him. I dart after him, and am soon gaining on him. I leap on him and I don't let go of his leg. He screams in agony, but I cling tight, as we fall to the ground. We fall into a clearing, in the middle of the forest. There are mounds of grass, everywhere. I walk over to one, and sniff it. I nudge it with my muzzle. It moves and revels a den. One that is not so easily found, and has no scent trace. This was an old refugee site! Perfect and unused. I glance around everyone is landing. Dante was lying in the middle of the camp, not even making another attempt to lift his wings. Poor thing must be tired and sore. But he was so brave... Getting off topic, what? Nothing happened. I'm not in love him. Alright- awkward with my self. "This is are new camp. Find a den. Biggest one is mine. Put Dante in any den. I don't care. Just keep two guards posted at the entrance. If you have a mate share a den with them. And, uh, that one is the nursery." I say, pointing to a den. "Ya, so, this is our new camp," I smile. At Dante. Ah, dammit.

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