Spire stalked into camp his pawsteps light and quick. Sighing he looked around, hopeing for a bite of leftoers if the pack had hunted yet. seeing nothing he decided to go hunting, wondering if he would be able to catch enough to bring back for the whole pack. Spire spread his wings, and lifted off. Flying over the territory he noticed something odd... Whiteraven and a wingless wolf. Silently flying down he hovered listining in. " its good to see you as beutiful as ever " the wingless male was saying. Spire blinked, Whiteraven was disobeying the rules! Spire felt torn, between his hate for the rules and his fear that his packmate might be found. Takeing a deep breath he lighted down and stepped into the open. " whiteraven, why are you here? "
( hehe, I get bored without contact with other wolves XD )
