Shakra perked her ears, a low sound of leaves brushing against each other, a dead sound of the fallen leaves cry. She looked around, her nose twitching, she scent a familiar smell. A smell that she was waiting for at the meadow. A weak chuckle escaped her throat as she jumped on her paws. She ran towards the brute. Her tongue lolling out of it's place as she leaped forward as if she would get quicker to him that way. Nuzzling him softly, unable to say a word, she just walk next to him, balancing his limping walk.























