Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The crack and flash of white had saved them, and although Fox did not believe in divine intervention, it certainly did feel that way. How else could she and Peregrine have gotten away, if it hadn't been for the electricity in the atmosphere? Their pack-mates were nowhere to be found, Peregrine was injured, and they were outnumbered. It was amazing that her co-Alpha had even managed to keep moving. Then again... adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

She had fallen back a few paces when they neared Lake Rodney, slowing to make sure that none of the other wolves had followed them this far. The sky was still pouring, though the worst of it seemed to be moving away from them. Blinking both eyes, even though one of them was all but useless, and convinced that the others weren't going to chase them this far, she made her way to Peregrine, who had collapsed to his side.

"Perry?" she questioned quietly, "Perry, we have to get home. We can go slower now, but they still might come after us." Redhawk Caldera was the only place she had felt safe in a very long time, and they had to get back home.