Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-33999335-20180520125803/@comment-32492996-20180612141314

Liliana heard a branch crack. At first, she wasn’t worried. Then she realized that the crack wasn’t in rhythm with the pawsteps.

“Jackson!” She hissed, partly whispering. The wolves looked at the clump of vines she’s was in. She held her breath. They padded away from her. Jackson took his paw off the broken branch and snuck into another bush, this time getting hit on the shoulder by a tree branch. A pop sounded. The wolves stopped, turned, ignored it, went on. He didn’t even dare to breathe a sigh of relief.