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Aside from the crater's constant gurgling, all that could be heard was a soft hum coming from Maera's lips. She wasn't asleep, she was in that space between conciousness and dreams.
She was content. 

Then, she wasn't. 
As if a glass had shattered next to her Maera jumped up as she heard the crater beneath her gurgle in warning and in the background the other's soft chuff. She pulled herself up inmidiately onto her feet and looked at the wolf in front of her, a younger coal colored male, with a slight glimmer of alarm in her hazel eyes.

"run!!" she managed to bark as she propelled herself forward with all the strenght her hind legs could muster. If he were to follow her cautioning command they'd soon begin a high speed escapade, if not, well he'd probably find himself trampled because Maera had only one thing in mind: running.

It didn't matter over who or where to.