The afternoon was tinged with a violet light. Sweet lifted her long, pale muzzle, glancing for a moment behind her, in the direction of the cliffs and the Endless Lake. Then she turned back to the Pack. “So we left the town immediately,” she finished. Dart’s eyes grew wide, and she pawed the ground. “But the longpaws saw you? They know we’re here?” Bruno gave a low growl and Snap stiffened, the fur bristling on her wiry muzzle. Lucky looked to Sweet, admiring her calm authority. “They saw us in the town, yes,” she replied. “But they didn’t follow us when we left, so they don’t know the location of the camp.” Moon’s blue eyes were as cool and clear as the water of the frozen stream. “In my opinion, they’re still too close. We’re not safe here. Those creatures hurt Fiery. If they can bring down such a powerful dog, they can do it to any one of us. What if they decide the town isn’t big enough for them and they come this way?” Dart yapped in agreement, her slim tail clinging to her flank.
