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Quinn Finlay - location; shore
tagged; Alastair - pack; silverlake
alpha - WC; 355
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Times like these are where she is challenged to do right by her pack, for she was the alpha, she had to make the challenging decision. The government was closing in making the pack and her having to leave and split to get past the border and to the safe haven of Mackenzie Island. The murky water surrounded her, everywhere she looked, ocean for miles. Quinn kept hold of a scruff of a white wolf, who which was Alastair, one of her pack members. Quinn adjusted her grip as it slipped a little because of the water making his white fur slick. The blonde haired alpha tried to keep her teeth from chattering, she wouldn't have gotten cold so soon if she was in wolf form, but she wasn't a good swimmer, ironic, yeah. Quinn tried to help with the swimming by paddling her legs behind Alastair.
When the news of them making an escape was said to her, she was ready, and she made a plan that would be safest for her pack, and that was splitting up. Alastair followed her, which was good because she was gonna have a talk with him when they got to shore. Quinn tired to keep her teeth from chattering, the ocean water was wicked cold and she probably was gonna have a cold from this trek. When they reach shore, she would shift to her wolf to warm herself back up. Quinn kept her grip on his scruff, she did feel bad, but she couldn't swim well, and if she tried to swim across, she'd more then likely drown.
Quinn finally saw land in the horizon, getting closer and closer. Quinn smiled as they got closer, they where almost free. Once she felt Alastair get grip on sand, is when she slid off. She waddled out of the water before she shifted into her wolf to warm back up. Where she once stood now stood a black wolf with a single white patch on the chest with emerald green eyes flecked with gold. She then laid down and curled up to help warm her body back up.