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She moved across the land, intent on her prey. The female had never felt so focused before; her son's scent was strong in her nostrils as she moved across the terrain after him. There was another scent mixed in and she paid attention to that one as well. One of them smelled a bit like Harlowe had when he had returned to her side, but she hadn't been certain of which lands her older son had come from to begin with. She would have to have a talk with him about what he had been up to before his acceptance to Anathema.
Naniko breathed heavily, padding as quickly as she could across the frosty terrain. She was a stranger in strange lands, but she wasn't thinking about that. She was fully and completely concentrated on getting to Scorpius and protecting him from whoever had puppy-napped him or lured him here. Naniko could see no other reason for him to have left Anathema. To say that she was angry would be an understatement; she was furious. The cogs in her head couldn't work out a reason for this, a reason for why Scorpius would have left the pack's lands and not come home to her. Who or what had lured him away from his mother? A young pup was a trusting pup in most cases, and she had thought that she had trained him well enough. Perhaps not.
More training would be in order, that was certain. If he was alive. She would teach him a lesson with harsh discipline, maybe keep him confined to their den for a few days as well. Dahlia's borders came and went as the mother trailed her son's scent, paying no heed to the territory markings. If they thought that they were going to take her son and lure him back into their lands without a fight, they were wrong. She hadn't thought to bring anyone else with her, not even a warrior, though."Scorpiusssss" Her voice called harshly as she ran, four paws swift beneath her, green eyes zipping this way and that as they sought out the form of her small son.