((Thanks, I edited mine from Beta to Fighter

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Aurora breathed in the familiar stench of the alley, old food and unwashed dogs. It wasn't paradise, but it was home. Hopefully not for long, as she had heard of plans--maybe just wishful thinking--of an attempt to move to the forest. At first she had scoffed at the idea, as the Iron pack was breathing down their necks about every little thing. But she believed that the Iron Pack had tormented her long enough... Maybe it was time to rise up. She shook the thought from her head. For all she knew, the Iron Pack could all but read their minds. It seemed like every piece of fragile information was leaked to their enemy. They watched their every move. She onced asked herself
Where is Iron Pack? Where are they watching us from? The answer was simple:
Everywhere.
Flare could see that Aurora was deep in though, so he did his best not to interupt her. He wandered down no specific alleyway, waiting for anything important or even slightly exciting to happen. He watched as a scouting patrol went out, but ignored it for the most part. He hated being alone, but he didn't see how it was any worse than being with someone. He sighed, sitting down on a patch of alleyway that was dry for the most part. He hated living here. The living conditions were as bad as they come, and he couldn't even start about the stench. But I guess it was the best they could get, what with the tyrants at Iron Pack always sticking their claws into Hybrid's business. He sat there, uncomfortably slumped against the cold brick wall.