Luke
After giving himself time to come to terms with the fact that they would now be traveling with a complete stranger, Luke decided that it was time to find Lawliet and Achilles again. Pulling himself to his feet, he yawned. The charred scent of smoke hit him like a wave. Snorting the stench out of his nose, he heard the roar of burning trees. Blue orbs stretched wide in alarm. "I must find Achilles." He muttered to himself, running to pick up the scent of the pair of brutes. Running along their scent trail, he hoped that he could reach them in time.
Achilles
As he sprang from the bushes, he growled, pointed teeth glinting. The herd of deer was startled by the approach of the second wolf and turned, they had began running this direction when suddenly they turned back around, eyes wide in fear. The scent of their terror hung in the air. Achilles didn't seem to be bothered by the herd's unusual behavior as he sank his teeth into the shoulder of the limping doe. He was too preoccupied with the struggling deer to notice that the reason the herd had turned was because of the forest fire.





