Meep. I missed a lot o.o
Could the prisoner that Zala mentioned be a wolf from the Earth Clan?))
Carla growled and held her head high, staring through the jet black of the night. Two dozen wolves were behind her, blood pumping, spirits lightening, paws ready, teeth sharp.
Carla howled.
They all sprinted down towards a pack of sleepy deer, and they perked their heads up. The deer, looking startled, scattered and ran in all different directions. Carla searched for a young, weak, or old deer. She heard a bark and looked to her right. A he-wolf had found one. It was a weak, sickly one. Carla zipped over to it, catching up to it easily. She bit its back leg, slicing through the tendon inside. The deer shrieked and stopped running, for the tendon was the main thing that allowed it to walk and run. The deer was panting, and it looked wildly at each and every wolf surrounding it. Carla flicked her tail and the wolves pounced on it, bringing the deer down. Carla placed her paw firmly on its head and bit down on the neck. She looked up and howled. The rest of the wolves howled, too.
After they had eaten their fill and returned to the camp, Carla walked over to the prisoner. He still hadn't fought Arthla yet.
"Who are you?" she asked in a calm way.
