Rhyze pulls her head back, as if to nod toward where she had passed. Dunno... My memory isn't the strongest. They were that way, I know that, and if we travel a little, I bet we can pick up scents... She trails off, knowing she must be babbling again. The one thing she absolutely hates about herself is her memory. Something could happen not and hour ago, and she would have to rake through her brain just to pick up a snippet.
Nakoda's yellow eyes give a slimmer toward Kiley. He clamps his jaws around a tough section of fat, tearing it out with a rip of his incisors. His auburn tail flicks about and a deep growl rises in his throat as he senses the presence of a jaguar near by. The filthy mutts always wanted to steal the tigers prey, thinking that they could take what ever they wanted and go.








