*General*
It had been a week since Fiona had escaped his grasp and it had been even harder for him to find a joke in their defences so he couldn't enter the packlands without being caught.
Every morning before the c***k of dawn, him and Carl had to move camp before the wolves came sniffing around. Thanks to the witches brew, they are able to hide their scent, but unfortunately it only lasts for twelve hours, and they were running out of the precious liquid. By now the Alpha would know that a witch from the neighbouring covern has helped them, so they couldn't get anymore of the brew, So they've been rationing it.
To counteract the rationing both General and Carl regularly cover themselves in mud to confuse the wolves on their tail. Yesterday they built a crude hunters platform. On one
