Border Lines - Not Accepting

[ForeverLingering]

Rosie shuddered as it started to rain.

[global.]

Dusk looked back at Polarus and slowed his racing pace. "Get everyone into the dens, I'm going to check the borders. Tell Bronte to meet up with me at the western border." Dusk said before stopping. "Be quick about it."

[leirah.]

Polarus nodded, he leapt quickly torwards the camp. " Everyone in the den!" he howled, gently nudging everyone torwards the safety of their dens.He lifted his head to see Bronte. " Dusk wants you to meet him at the western border."

[ForeverLingering]

Bronte nodded and began walking toward the border. When she heard another gun shot Bronte ran the rest of the way there.

[global.]

Dusk was waiting for her at the border, his ears against his head as he heard another shot ring out. You have better gotten everyone in their dens Polarus.. He thought to himself before trotting towards Bronte. "Come on, we'll do a quick patrol and then head back." Dusk said, his nose twitching every once and a while.

[ForeverLingering]

Bronte looked around nervously before nodding. " Ok lets make this quick." She said and waited for him to lead.

[global.]

Dusk managed a small chuckle. "Scared Bronte?" He teased lightly, starting at a brisk trot as they went on their way. He stopped quickly, ears perked up and nose taking in the scents around them. "Never mind..." He mumbled to himself. It couldn't have been him, could it?

[growl]

Fuir looked around, and remembered Vallerie. "Did you lose your pack too?" he asked sardonically.

Vallerie is not roleplayed in this post.

Vesper's eyes widened. "Is that a pup? Did you just find him now?" she asked.

Sauver shrugged. "I guess we should pay our respects now and then ask," he said quietly. He lay down beside Hailstorm's body, keeping a respectful distance and putting his paws over his eyes.

[Render]

A sudden flash of red flew from the trees and sent Dusk tumbling to the ground. A reddish wolf stepped back, taking in the site and laughing at the sprawled alpha. His eyes were merry and his tail loose and wagging.

[ForeverLingering]

Bronte snarled and lunged at the wolf. She knocked him off dusk.