*Somewhere near the pack's lands*
The wolf was unable to defend himself from what it was coming. His eyes went white as his body was shaking and soon, he was down on the floor, a thick white foam coming out of his mouth. His scouting partner was nowhere near escaping unscratched; he was able to witness what happened and ran back to his land, but a creature resembling a jaguar had attacked him. He was good enough to outrun him for some miles, but at some point, they fought, and he barely made it alive. A few miles later he made it to the first post and fainted in front of his other pack members. This, not without whispering to his friends “They are coming… almost… here...”
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*Caleb*