We have made it to the area, after about two hours of running in wolf form. Restless to get to the location that will be the revival of my mother. Before making my way to the cliffs, I paused to admire the moon and all its beauty. The stars in the sky, my mind wonders to my beautiful mate. Tracking on out of the mountains, I can hear voices in the distance. Hanging back, in the lining of the trees, downwind to cover my scent in the breeze but close enough to hear the rogue kings disgusting voice, speaking to a rather colorful looking wolf, remembering the hair of my mate. Her eyes coloring, the marker on her upper leg, on the front paw, getting restless with the closeness that the wretched beast circling around what is mine!
“He’s to close to her, we need to get to mate!” Apache growls,
