Alone

[Mike]

Scarclaw stood at the entrance to the valley. It was his valley, nobody dared to enter it. At least, not anymore. Not since that wolf the previous moon. After leaving the pelt at the entrance to his valley, none had even thought of coming in. Sitting back on his haunches, he grinned a savage, yellow-fanged grin. Standing up, he stretched out his legs.

[Mystic]

Mystic glanced around warily, she had smelled another wolf but wasn't sure where they were. She had never come this far but she liked traveling and had been curious about it for days. She sniffed the air, clear, and relaxed again.

[Mike]

Scarclaw turned his head from side to side, seeking a scent that eluded him . Somebody's here, but where? he thought as he turned around, facing the entrance to the valley.

[Mystic]

Mystic slowly made her way into the valley, trying to avoid attention from anything that might be around. Her gray fur stood out but she kept to the shadows, becoming almost invisible.

[Mike]

Whoever it is has gotten past me. The scent is comign fom inside the valley now Scarclaw was starting to get worried. Nobody had been able to evede him like this before.

[Mystic]

Mystic saw a lake and warily approached it. Well, nothing's happened so far. Maybe they left, she thought as she stepped into the open, glancing around.

[Mike]

Scarclaw had glanced towards the lake in time to see Mystic step into the open. Got you he thought savagely as he started running for the lake.

[Mystic]

Mystic heard something and dodged back into the trees, making her way to the other side of the lake.

[Mike]

Scarclaw had the trail now. There wasn't any way to shake him now. He slowly closed the gap between them.

[Mystic]

Mystic swam across the river, knowing it would hide her scent and swam out when she was further down. She quietly got out and walked to the other side to watch.

[Mike]

Scarclaw stopped at the river bank. "Clever, taking to the river. However, when you get out, you leave wet prints to follow easily." he said, running alonside the river, until he found her prints. THen he started following them.

[Mystic]

Mystic saw him following her prints and sighed, giving up. He would catch her soon anyways.

[Mike]

Scarclaw caught up with her. "What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Valley?" he growled, punctuating each word.

[Mystic]

Mystic lied her ears down against her head and tucked her tail between her legs while lowing herself lower to the ground. "I was just passing through," she replied, not even a waver in her voice.

[Mike]

"This valley is a dead end. Why would anybody want to be in this valley. And beside that, who would come in a valley with a wolf pelt marking the entrance?"

[Mystic]

"I didn't see a wolf pelt," she replied. "And I was curious as to what was in here."

[Mike]

"You should look more carefully before entering unknown territory. Or did you ignore the scent markers all across the entrance?

[Mystic]

"What's your problem? You got a problem with other wolves?" she asked, standing up.

[Mike]

"I have a problem with anybody who comes in my territory uninvited. And since I don't invite anybody, that means I have problems with everybody."

[Mystic]

"Well, I'm sorry! Let me leave then," she replied and straightened up and began leaving.