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It was the scream that had woken her. Initially, the commotion of the horses had been ignored by the sleeping coyote, but their persistence was unusual. Eventually, the sounds had grown louder and more panicked. Now, she was worried, too. Frowning at the sound, Sage bolted upright, trying to get a peek out of the window to see the barn. It was dark, though, and she couldn't see much from here.
Sage pushed back the furs that were keeping her so nice and cozy, and reluctantly stepped out of bed. Pulling on a cloak, she hurried out of the house, pausing only to glance around for some sort of weapon. The fire poker. Ashes still covered it's darkened tip, and metal scraped against brick as she snatched it up and headed out.
No unusual scents alerted her as she emerged from the ranch house, but even still, she was cautious as she crept quickly over the crisp, dying grass. But when she walked out into the open, where the moonlight gave her just enough light, she knew something was wrong. Turning, she spotted movement in the distance, and as large ears turned in suit, she could hear startled, quickened hoofbeats. Her first instinct was to think that they escaped somehow. No, she thought a heartbeat later, horrified. Up ahead she thought she could see the struggling figure of an unknown Luperci on the ground, but in the darkness she was little more than a pale, wiggling shape.
Sage hadn't prepared for this, and she didn't know what to do. Her first thought was to find her own horse, and when she called for him he came almost instantly, galloping quickly at her hasty, worried tone. The tawny coyote swung onto his back, and in the same motion she was moving forward, following whatever or whoever it was that had intruded. As she rode, her own call echoed again through the valley; a warning, loud and clear. She could almost smell the fear of the horses, which made their trail easier to follow. It wasn't long, though, before she came upon the fallen girl.
She didn't know this woman, that much was clear. But her scent was muddled, and indistinguishable from much else at the moment. Sage pulled up beside her, fire poker in one hand. Lennon's huge frame towered over the pale wolf. The stranger had a purple mohawk, now disheveled from her tumble. What was Sage supposed to do now? Not knowing the size of the rest of the party, or what else they'd taken, the coyote wasn't sure which move to make. Should she chase the group, or stay to question this woman? Well, someone had to do something, and in the moment she had little choice but to conquer this problem first. "Who are you?" she demanded, in a tone that shook more than she'd wanted. She swung down from Lennon's back, pointing the fire poker at the intruder. "How many are with you? Where did they go?" She questioned rapid-fire, her mind moving quickly as her head turned this way and that. She'd thought she could still smell them close by, but she wasn't sure. And she was losing time. She needed help. Again, she barked out an order, this time, coyote-like yips filled the air and bounced off of the trees. Someone should be coming soon, right?
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