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Could use somebody to escort them. Orin is in Lupus.The frantic mother’s paws drummed against the ground as she sprinted desperately toward the Dreamers’ border. The place was familiar but this time she might as well have been running straight into Hell itself. The lands distorted before her eyes as visions and nightmares tormented her. What would she find once she made it back to Crimson Dreams? A war torn land of death and sorrow, with her daughter’s mangled body somewhere amongst burning rubble? Her deepest fears played with her mind, and in each shadow she saw a devil lurking - each rock was brimstone and the sun that shone overhead was hellfire.
“She’s not here, I know it. What if she’s not here?” She panted desperately, yelling through the wind her speed created. She was running in her Lupus form, her thin body a streak against the verdant world. Her eyes were half crazed with terror as she glanced over her shoulder, looking for Shawchert. She just let the man keep up with her however he did, she never stopped to make sure he was with her. Shawchert loved Juliet just as much as she, and she knew the loyal father wouldn’t abandon them. In fact, the few times she’d stopped to rest on this journey had been by his insistence alone. Orin would have run herself into death if it hadn’t been for his logical words.
Yet now that the lands were in view she would stop for no one. Okay, well, no one except protocol. Long before she reached the border she let a howl sing. It was distressed, hysterical, and she made no attempt at hiding the fact that she was calling upon the pack for help. She’d been here only a few weeks ago and if she had learned anything from that day it was that the pack was very edgy due to the recent violence, and that even when you followed common protocol you weren’t exactly welcomed with open arms. Now it was difficult to even acknowledge the usual etiquette.
She’d gone too far. In her haste Orin breeched the Dreamers’ borders before she knew it. She hadn’t gone more than twenty paces into the lands before she bounded to a long halt, but she’d still violated their territory. Her eyes darted around wildly, searching for the first pack member she could find. She let out a choking sob and threw her head back, letting another howl pierce the silence. Help! Someone! I need help!
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