05-25-2013, 03:50 PM
Avery wakes up somewhere on the Carpenter Peak trail. She isn't alone; her muzzle is resting over the back of another wolf, another Silver Fang. She can taste blood, but dawn isn't far from the horizon. So she stretches, cracking her neck, butts her head gently against the other wolf to wake them, and then trots off to find her way back to her driver to head home.
my whole life is thunder.