Despite how late it was, Midnight was elated to see Dusk once more. After Lambda checked Dusk, he asked who gave her the feathers.
Confused, Midnight approached Dusk and saw her left side was all feathery. "I thought they were fur," Dusk said, but Lambda denied it and repeated his question.
When she could not answer, Omicron stepped in. "Obviously, it's Beta."
Beta? She's the-
Beta. Rune. Shadow.
"The hawk?" inquired Dusk.
"No, Shadow," said Midnight, which Dusk shuddered at all of a sudden.
For an hour, Midnight filled Dusk in with magic, of Shadow, and in return, Dusk of the pack when she last saw them.
Midnight felt tears in her eyes when Dusk told her how lonely Wisp was.
"I left Mist too..." Dusk said, and the two spoke of no more.
Dusk was years older than Midnight, but they relate well.
When morning came, Dusk and Midnight both felt hungry, though not very. There was no one in sight.
Not Cullen.
Not Blaze.
"Let's head out to find food," said Midnight.
Dusk nodded, understanding why before they were off for a hunt. It was an easy one.
The moment they exited the forest, they spied a plump brown hare and chased it off. As they ran through the less dense forest which no longer shone silvery light, they split paths and dashed for it. The hare was utterly confused where to go, and Dusk caught the hare by surprise, pouncing on it, and then grinned at Midnight.
The two shared the plump hare together, and then headed for the forest again. When they entered, Lambda was waiting. "After last night," he said in a threatening deep voice, "you both still dare to exit without telling us?"
The two were silent.
"Nevertheless," Lambda continued, "Dusk, please, follow me."
Dusk gulped, glancing at Lambda then at Midnight. She eventually sighed and followed the wolf with grey eyes, trudging deep into the woods. Suddenly, a doe popped out from the bushes once Lambda and Dusk left, scaring Midnight.
She saw a magnificent doe, the doe's chestnut fur shining. Her jade eyes looking around, and then looked into Midnight's blue ones. "Oh, um," the doe said.
Midnight looked at the doe, but it then skittishly pranced off. Midnight didn't know what just happened, but she casually walked deeper into the forest.
"Hey," said the voice from above.
Midnight looked up.
Perched on the branches was a magnificent white wolf with purple-red eyes. "Midnight, I'm sorry," said Beta.
"Huh?"
Beta sighed, combing her tail with her claws. "I mean, I accidentally got you with my water sprays a little past... midnight, no pun intended."
Midnight frowned. "Was it, like, a bad shot?" she inquired.
"No, no, it's just that," Beta said, "I can't seem to control it, it was all rushing so fast..."
Midnight's soft growl escaped her lips. "You were laughing."
"Midnight, I always laugh."
"You don't seem to be now." Midnight's tone was dead serious.
Beta's light tone vanished. "I don't know why, I don't know why. Was I laughing when I accidentally hit you?"
"You then turned into an elephant," said Midnight coldly.
The white wolf was silent. "Ohh!" Beta chirped, her light tone and enthusiastic voice coming back into her speech. "By the way, it's called a mammoth. Prehistoric elephants."
"Whatever," said Midnight. She then turned away to walk towards the forest.
Beta looked at the black wolf, grinning dangerously. "One bit of advice from me to you, Midnight," she said, "watch your back."
Midnight glanced over it. "You too, I guess."
Beta's grin was unsettling. "Of course, I will."
Author's Note: Yay. Everyone is giving advices. Darn, this one is lame. School is getting a lot busier as well.
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