I'm caught in a HURRICANE
I'm leaving here dead or alive
And I know that I'd be willing
to feel the pain
If it got me to the other side
Cause I only hurt
Oh, HURRICANE
Yeah I can feel it hurt
Oh, HURRICANE
Hurricane was about to greet the two faes she seen appear from their dens, but neither looked very pleased about anything, so she just left them alone. She yawned again, then padded over to the kill pile. The mottled fae picked through the pile a moment before finding a large plump rabbit. Hurricane looked around for anyone to offer to eat with. But again, the only wolves were the two unimpressed faes. So Hurricane just went back to her den and laid with the rabbit between her paws. She layed right outside the den. Hurricane gave it a prod with her nose then tore into the juicy flesh.
She looked up from her messy eating. Across the camp was the one brute who made her actually feel any emotion for any brute. Dakota was his name. Hurricane licked her muzzle clean and gave him a friendly smile. However, she knew for a fact she was not who Dakota had feelings for, so she would just act friendly.






