Friday looked up when she heard a rustling over on DarkStorm territory. Her ears flicked forward as she listened carefully. "Who goes there?" she said, a growl starting to escape her throat. With a twitch of her nose, she scented the black male again and so she relaxed a little. However, his scent was mixed with Spirit's? Even more curious, she padded closer and through the river, dangerously closer to the border.
Duke, frustrated that his prey had left and his job was not yet finished, was determined to not give up. He snarled to himself as he tracked Shadow's scent. Stopping just a little ways away, he picked up on the last bit of the conversation, 'Friday, I believe, is patrolling the borders, so you're free to go.' Freeing Spirit was okay now. Of course, Duke never wanted to kill her. But he was in front of the crowd, and his pride got the better of him. But the first part of that sentence was what interested him the most. Friday... He knew every wolf had a breaking point, including him. For him, it was potential loss of life. And for Hann, it would be family. If they had to release Spirit, he could capture Friday. Almost like a ransom. Yes... Hann would have to give to Kali and the rest of the DarkStorms to get back his little naïve sister. Creeping forward, Duke saw Friday crossing over onto his territory. A perfect opportunity. All he had to say was that he found her on DarkStorm territory and had to do something about it. With a sudden swift jump, he propelled his body forward and landed hard on Friday, causing her to yelp in surprise. "Come on girl, you're coming with me. And prepare for your silver pelt to get dirty." Roughly he grabbed her by her scruff of her neck and carried her back to camp. She was a little thing, quite petite and no at all heavy and didn't make a sound as they walked back. When he got to Kali he dropped Friday at her feet and pushed the small fae towards the alpha. "Look alpha, a gift for you." All Friday did was whimper.