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The echo of what sounded like a raging herd caught Bane's attention as he came out of the cave system to do his rounds. He followed, walking slowly and warily watching his surroundings just in case the sound wasn't what he thought it was. But Bane was hardly ever wrong. A feast for crows, hundreds of shadow birds tore out pieces of flesh from the still alive -and probably sick as hell- fawn, one of the white ones.
He walked even closer to watch the bloody scene develop. It was like a black cloud around a white spot in the shadows. Their eerie caws, their fierce growls, their painful cries... Cries?
Raissa!
The cries weren't from the crows, it was a cry for help, and they were from one of the most recent -not to mention kinky- additions to the pack. Raissa was bold, and fearless, but it seemed like there was someone out there better at it. Bane ran as fast as he could, propelling himself as a jet with his strong hinders and swift body through the shadows of the dark forest as he howled to let his packmate know he was coming, and he got there in no time, Leaping at the white intruder with his jaws wide open and a deep snarl that promised death.