A Journey Home

Tom let out a huff and he stared at the cave wall, a blank expression on his face. But, eventually, the male shook his head and let out a small whine, lifting his head and beginning to lick his shoulder. 

Tom lifted his head when Droplet spoke, stopping the licking of his wound. "Uhm- yeah." He nodded, slowly getting to his paws and moving across the area to Droplet. "Find good herbs I presume?" Tom huffed, not even waiting for a reply before speaking again, "They grow plentiful up here, eh?" He mused, despite his dryer tone. 

Tom chuckled light, "Yarrow will also prevent and help infections." The male mused. "I suppose the only reason why I knew that was because we lacked any wolves who did healing for the pack, like an iota, so we often had to all share the task of finding herbs." He huffed, getting back to his paws, "Thank you though," He nodded his head gratefully before lapping up the berries and going back to his spot and laying down. 

The brute nodded, taking note. "Interesting" he mumbled to himself before pushing to his paws trotting outside. "Hey Vixen" Droplet smiled, settling down next to her, his tassel tucked neatly around him. "Whats wrong?"

Tom frowned slightly, "Why don't you guys go eat a quail I got. They're right outside the entrance." The male suggested. "I'll eat later. Not feeling too hungry now." he huffed. 

"How?" Vixen asked smiling. She then grabbed the other one and started to eat as well.

The train sailed by noisily on it’s tracks, the wind it was creating pulling coldly at Sheeva’s fur. Even with the trail being a few days old she could still smell her three pack members scents, and it continued to sent a prickle of anxiety up her spine at the thought of their destination. Why would Tom be returning to the Dawn Pack territory? Hadn’t he seen what the alpha had done, what all the survivors had done? As the last car pulled around the corner Sheeva stood and shook out her pelt, trying to rid herself of the days dust. Stepping onto the rails, which were still vibrating under her tired paws from the retreating train, she let out a sigh. Either way she had to reach them, and if possible convince them to turn back.

Tom lifted his head turning to Vixen. The male gave her a slight frown, struggling to his paws before slipping carefully across the cave and exiting the humid cave. "It's nothing... Just- I'm gonna go for a walk." The small male offered a small smile to the Kappa before heading down the trail, his pace steady. Maybe some fresh air would clear his head? Yeah... Tom let out a pained huff, trodding down the dusty path with gentle steps to avoid opening any of his wounds. 

    Tom continued down, halting at a small cliff, feeling the night wind lick against his fur. The small male heaved a sigh, closing his eyes and focusing in on his surrounding. The wind could be heard brushing through the trees, and the scent of prey wafted eagerly around him. But there was something else. Tom's eyes shot open, his body tensing as he quickly turned and began bolting down the mountainside. At the moment, he didn't really know what he'd smelled. But it was oddly familiar and he wanted to know what it was. 
    Bounding through the shadows, Tom spotted a figure of a wolf. He came skidding to a halt in front of it, baring his teeth to get a good look at their face. But, his snarl quickly left him, recognizing who it was.
    "Sheeva?"