☁Radar☁
He felt urges inside of him try to shut down as he felt more concerned about what might happen in future times. He coughed a bit, and his vocals didn't seem to want to work, so he pushed himself to nod. "A-a-a b-b-b-bit.." He studdered as he processed more info on guesses of the future. Is he a survivor? He surely would think not, as to what's happening, but he did feel less 'hurts' in his head. He coughed a bit before going completely "mute", though he wanted to talk. As he coughed between bits of his sentence, he flicked his tiny ears, making sure they could function. "A-a-am I okay?" he huffed, still feeling quite concerned to if he's at Death's Door.
ϟFlashϟ
She was near the place she first hunted at. She bursted with memories, but hid them. "Woah," she whispered, a puff coming out of her mouth at the breathing of her voice. She saw the Ledge-Rock. "It's been there, for much too long." she growled. Walking towards it, she stood, tall and proud, at the very edge. She gathered her voice, rose her head, and let it all to flow. Her howl rung in all directions. It wasn't a claim-howl, or anything like that, it was a proud, mourning howl. Her voice rung for much very long. She opened her eyes, and saw the frozen lake, the bare-autumn trees, and most importantly: The moon. It was like her companion, the guardian of the sky. She smiled faintly and trotted away from the bursting memories, far too happy. She spotted a hare, who was carelessy chewing on some grass, ears perked, she leaped unprofessionally. The hare, to her, felt a tang of suprise. She smiled at her catch, clearly overjoyed. She was a fighter, though, not a hunter. "Pure luck bringin' my day up." She barked happily, and rushed to camp.
✄Slash✄
Her mottled pelt was a time-waster. Later, I'm not in a pack anymore, I do as I please. She growled. Her head was healing a bit, but very slowly. Her weight dropped far too low, and she was starving. She heard a howl not long ago, of her old Fighting Partner, Flash. She shook her head. So what if I'm in Autumn Territory, I'm looking for food not annoying little pups who think they are fully trained. She ranted and raved to herself until a scent caught her: Raven. Blech! She thought. "But, it's food... Ravens are rare from what I heard a hunter say." she murmured. She dropped dead, listening for the beat of wings, or the caw of her game. A movement would surely help. She waited for moments, until... FINALLY! A scuffle. It was on the ground. She crouched down, stalking a bit clumsily. She saw a black feathery mess. Her mouth watered as she went the closest 'til earshot. What to do, what to do...! Her mind immediately went frantic. I was a fighter, not a hunter! She closed her eyes, trying to hear the old Lead Hunter's ringing voice of instructions to crouch.