|Word Count: 208|Ooo, a pack leader! Now it's interesting.
Jade started; glad she was awakening from her nightmare. The tornado had been chasing her. She was trapped in a corner, and it was slowly making its way towards her. Just as she was being sucked into the swirling vortex, the fae awakened. Waking up wasn’t a relief the terror, though. Someone, most likely from the Crimson Dreams pack, had arrived. She listened in fear as she spoke harsh words. Knowing running away would only result in a chase she had no interest in, Jade stepped from her hiding place into the open. She dropped her head even lower than normal.
“I am truly sorry Miss, I know I am trespassing. But you see, Liam and I are from the same pack, Cercatori d'Arte. He is only seven months old. Though by all rights a teen, he isn’t even a year old. I was wandering between our borders, closer to yours than mine, and saw him hiking towards your territory. I followed him to make sure he didn’t get into any trouble. When he started playing with this one, I saw no harm being done, so I let it alone. I’m sorry if we caused any trouble.”
Jade waited in silence, wondering if the she would believe her tale.
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