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௹The wolves of Obsidian - Chapter 30௹

RERed-Wolf-2010•Created March 11, 2021
௹The wolves of Obsidian - Chapter 30௹
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Hello peeps! I just decided to write this Scratch series called the Wolves of Obsidian and this is the next chapter. Enjoy! (The idea of this chapter is from @OnyxTheRock.) Cover by @squirrelflight1010! CHAPTER 30 Pheasant padded through the DarkPack section of the forest, ears pricked for danger or the familiar rustling of prey. As he trotted along, ears and tail held high, a sudden clatter of bird's wings and a rain of feathers made him nearly fall over. What is it? He thought frantically. Something that could hurt Alpha? Only something really big could cause so many birds to flee- As he regained his balance, lip wrinkled anxiously as he pawed the ground, looking around, a low rumble behind him alerted him of something... something bad. He swung his head around, his tongue lolling from his jaws as he narrowed his eyes to tiny, fearful slits, fighting to recognize the sound, the deep-chested snarl of... "Bear!" Pheasant yowled, his eyes white-rimmed in an agony of fear. Stumbling back, he opened his jaws in a silent howl of terror as the huge, shaggy-coated creature emerged from behind the tree, rising up onto its hind legs and opening its jaws in a terrifying roar- Pheasant's eyes flew open and he gave a low whine of terror. Slowly, his heart calmed. Just a dream, he thought to himself, indignant that he had been so scared of a nightmare. Just a dream- His eyes flicked up to the ceiling where a steady drip of water was raining down onto the floor. And yet... I have never been that spooked by dreams before, he thought uneasily. I've had much worse than that so something-his eyes widened and his tailtip flicked nervously as the thought occurred to him- something must have woken me up, something dangerous. As soon as the thought ended he leaped to his paws, ears shoved forward and his legs trembling in barely-fought-down fear. But as his eyes darted around the cave, he saw nothing. With a wary sigh of relief, he stalked over quietly to Obsidian, his ears pricked and his jaws parted, trying to sense the small heaves of her breaths. Nothing was wrong. He gave a small, muffled yap of annoyance at himself and his fear. You're too paranoid after Ember's attack, he told himself firmly as he walked over to his moss-bed, preparing to tread his sleep-circle and lie down again. Suddenly, the scuffling of claws and rapid pants of a wolf's panicked breaths alerted him. He sucked in his breath, heart thumping. The sound seemed to have come from... right behind him. Spooked, he swung around, his eyes jerking to the shadows. But all he saw was the very tip of a dusky brown tail disappearing around the tunnel and the fading echo of the quick pawsteps of a wolf - desperately running. "W-wha... wait!" Pheasant barked, still quietly enough that it wouldn't wake his Alpha. His paws scrabbling, he darted to the passageway he saw the tail disappear around. As he snuffed around, trying to pick up the scent of the running wolf, his nose suddenly bumped something hard, sharp. With a small yelp, he jumped back, his chest heaving as he fought down the urge to howl in fear. "Calm down, Pheasant, you're supposed to be the tough Beta here," he snarled at himself, picking up his paws and taking a step closer to the mystery object. As he looked closer, he saw what it was. A choked whimper escaped his throat and his tail slunk slowly between his legs. It was a curved swift-kill Fang, used in battles or duels. It was carved out of the bone of a moose's shin-bone by the teeth of an Alpha wolf. Whoever was running must have dropped the Fang while running. Pheasant's mind whirred, piecing together the clues. This wolf was obviously DarkPack and knew the territory well, Pheasant thought numbly. They carried a Fang with them, a Fang used for swift kills by assassins, normally, and that wolf was in my cave and that means only one thing... A wolf from DarkPack just tried to kill me. Horror swept through Pheasant and he stumbled, feeling as if any second now it would sweep through him, drowning him in its icy touch.

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Chapter 31: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/501364657/

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CreatedMarch 11, 2021
Last ModifiedMarch 14, 2021
SharedMarch 11, 2021
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