The Sentinels In this burning house

Larkspur and Mordecai did not cross the borders. :)

Now she heard voices as well as footsteps. Spur's ears tipped forward and she sucked in a breath, sure she recognized one of them. "It's Deirdre!" she stage-whispered to Mordecai as he sidled up alongside her. Although her heart was now beating rapidly in her chest, she had the presence of mind to slip her nose along her sire's cheek in affectionate gratitude. She kept running off and he just patiently followed, always at her back. She appreciated it so much.

Although the thought of shouting into the darkness near another pack's borders made her nervous as hell, Spur gathered her wits and called, "Deirdre! Is that you? It's Larkspur!" She bit her lip when she finished, exchanging a glance with Mordecai. It was too dark to see much of anything aside from the shadows of the trees, yet Spur kept her big blue eyes peeled for any sign of that familiar white silhouette.