Sun Mote Copse The disco hot spots hold no charm for you

Having made the pack official and sponged up a few more members from the Redhawks, the pack had grown beyond Fluke’s expectations- but he was quite pleased nonetheless. He busied himself with getting to know the territory and his packmates better and did border patrols as necessary and thus far, he hadn’t come up against anyone unpleasant. This could be OK, he thought. 

But Fluke didn’t really know what to think when he came across Wildfire’s scent mixed with the smell of anxiety and something that made his insides boil and squirm. He followed her tracks toward the large opening in the earth, but the closer he got the more the scent of her made the hackles on the back of his neck raise. 

Nevertheless, he was alarmed by his own response and moved forward, having scented no one else in the area and stuck his head tentatively inside the Nest’s opening. ”Heya, Wifi?” He called, and something drove him to take a step in, though the tangible anxiety in the air made him reel. ”It’s Fluke...You Okay in here?” He asked, squinting against the darkness.