The white alphess had been patrolling the packlands, and so when she heard a long howl that seemed slightly familiar, she did not waste time in hurrying to the area that the howl had come from. As she jogged there, nothing on her body save for her leather belt which held the gleaming dagger she had spent so long training to master, her mind clicked and she remembered who was howling, recognized the voice; it was Bambi Lafron, a member who had seemingly disappeared one day after being seen quite scarcely in the packlands.
She pushed past the thick trees and bushes of the territory to find that she was correct; Bambi was standing on the borders of Cercatori d'Arte. Skye stood motionless, her eyes betraying no emotion. "Bambi," she said. "What brings you back to the borders of Cercatori d'Arte?" The pack had suffered small numbers recently and she had been seeing many of her pack mates less and less; unless something was done soon, they may have to face the reality of disbanding. She was not fond of it when members left her pack inexplicably, however, and so stood in front of the girl, waiting for her response.
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