Porcupine Ridge We are hope

post attempt no. 3

The shrill scream shattered the silence, sending a cold jolt down her spine and her hackles to bristle. For a beat Dawn was still, balancing carefully on the outcrop, and then she was moving, scaling the incline with a practised swiftness. The scent of blood had her bristle as she neared, hearing now to the muttering and the high pitched keening. Abruptly she stumbled across the boy, dropping down to stand before him. Rocks skittered down between her paws as she came to a stop, gaze on the boy.

He was young, and a quick scan of the craigs ensured that he was alone. This itself seemed wrong, but the scent of Easthollow on his pelt made it apparent. They wouldn't let their young wander so far, least of all if this was one of Valette's pups. "you okay?" she asked, though the sight of his mangled paw answered that for her. "what happened to you?"