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Looking at the imprint, checking the direction it's facing, Tyran announces the direction loud enough for all to hear, "He's headed Southwest! Move out!" He proceeds to trot that direction, "Those wolves will be free in a few minutes. We should not be here when that happens."

Megana pushes forward behind Vi, both of them trailing Tyran’s fading shimmer. The rest of the group falls in line. Payton and Ant limping in last, bloodied, hurting, but still braced for whatever comes next.

They trek nearly half a mile before Tyran slows. The mutant dog’s tracks simply… vanish. In their place lies a massive 8-by‑4‑foot depression punched deep into the snow. Something huge made it, while the edges are half‑erased by a sudden blast of wind, the kind a hovercycle might kick up.

To the south, three wolves stand watching in silence, curious, but not hostile. Megana feels it in her gut: wrong pack, wrong territory. They’re not here for them. But if they are, their master isn't around to tell them to attack.

Vi crouches and spots a scrap of paper pinned into the snow by a heavy stone, edges fluttering in the cold breeze.

Ant presses a rag hard against the bite marks along his leg and hip, wincing as he tries to slow the bleeding. Payton studies the arrow jutting from his chest, fingers probing around the wound, calculating the safest way to pull it free. Dusty rolls his shoulders, muscles tight and aching from being dragged like a chew toy. Adam looks over the group and nods once. “It’s almost over. Be strong.”

Trevor tosses Ant a roll of gauze and tape. “Wrap it before you infect it with all yer fiddlin’.” He glances at Payton, "You too," then Dusty, "Something tells me that this isn't yer first rodeo..."

Dusty just grins, then winces, trying to determine if tomorrow will be a miserable day to get out of bed.

Vi notices the paper and examines it.

"I dont think the 3 wolves to the south are from here...." as Megana study the wolves trying to figure out where they came from originally.

"Still a threat to the lines ..." Tyran responds, standing from where he was inspecting the launch point.

"Looks like he jumped on a vehicle and took off. End of the chase for now; but we should return to the den and thin out what's remaining of the pack while the Alpha is gone, and before the rest of them make their way back home. The dozen I trapped will be free by now, and could very likely be tracking us. Don't let your guard down."

"Trevor ... whatcha think? Reckon we could harvest a few more pelts?"

Vi notices the paper and examines it. She unfolds it, and begins reading the poorly written message, "U win. I M leeven . B gud 2 mai woves."

OOC: LOOK! I did bad spelling! Hukt on fonicks werkt fer mi!

"I dont think the three wolves to the south are from here..." Megana studies the wolves trying to figure out where they came from originally. She senses absolute relief, as though a great danger has finally been defeated. Upon sensing their feelings, they turn and face Megana. She senses gratitude.

"Still a threat to the lines..." Tyran responds, standing from where he was inspecting the launch point. "Looks like he jumped on a vehicle and took off. End of the chase for now; but we should return to the den and thin out what's remaining of the pack while the Alpha is gone, and before the rest of them make their way back home. The dozen I trapped will be free by now, and could very likely be tracking us. Don't let your guard down."

Payton is still tapping the arrow in his chest, chuckling, "It doesn't hurt that bad!"

Ant raises a brow at him, "I'd rather you got bit in the ass... This hurts!"

"Trevor... whatcha think? Reckon we could harvest a few more pelts?" Tyran asks.

"I wouldn't mind one, but I think the rest belong to the tribe. Sounds like they lost a few people and Camp Union has less weathering than Camp Buford. Good thought though." Trevor's weathered face cringes watching the two warriors compare wounds.

OOC: Megana has achieved level 3.

"Wait....Vi what dose that note say?"Megana notices something in Vi's hands....she had a feeling that these wolves might be different

Vi looks towards mefana's direction while rereading the note ," it says you win , im leaving . Be good to my wolves . They can be good to help on hunts if we can train them . "

"Hmm ..." Tyran responds, turning to the members of Camp Union. "Hunting dogs, or meat and pelts ... Which does Union need more, right now?"

"Hunting dogs...let me try something" megana checks if she has a piece of meat she can offer to wolves to try to tame them.

"Wait, Vi, what does that note say?" Megana asks, curious about what has Vi so interested.

Vi glances up from the note, "It says, 'You win., I'm leaving. Be good to my wolves.' They can be good to help on hunts if we can train them."

"Hmm ..." Tyran responds, turning to the members of Camp Union. "Hunting dogs, or meat and pelts. Which does Union need more, right now?"

"Hunting dogs; let me try something," Megana checks for a piece of meat to offer the wolves, in a gesture of friendship. Yet, she finds none. The wolves seem to notice and stare at her, more curious than wary.

"I hate the call onto things more urgent, but I need to get back and take care of this," Payton points at the arrow still lodged in his chest, "And I'm sure Ant wants the old woman to heal his butt!" and begins laughing, only to wince in pain and cough, sputtering blood,

Adam rushes to his side, "Don't exert yourself! You may have punctured a lung."

"I am a little short of breath..."

Ant seems annoyed at first, then concerned that his brother may be mortally wounded.