"With the recent attacks lately, our alliances are unstable!"

' 'Yes, but the werewolves are rapidly decreasing in numbers thanks to the Large Southern pack... I think we'd be fine.' '

Gorse nodded solemly,
"And the Dogs?"

' 'The Southern pack and ours has no dogs, only the north and west...' '

"Hm.
Good."
Gorse mused flicking her ginger tail.

' 'Hey, if you don't mind... I'm suppose to head the city alone, can you come with?' ' .:her tail wagged in the air hopefully:.

Gorse pondered this carefully before smiling gently.
"Of course."

' 'Thank you...Now come on, I'll show the way.' ' .:she bounced towards the exit of the camp, and ran through the forest in a specific direction, out their territory:.

Gorse followed easily catching up to her with her long lithe legs.

.:Soon they entered a abandoned city, with twists and turns cracks in the roads and buildings, shattered glass and over grown vines:. ' 'doesn't look like anyone's here...' ' .:she said in a sort of whisper, she slowed her pace to a walk and looked around curiously:.