Valentin’s paws dragged along the cold, hard surface. His mind was empty for the first time in days yet he still felt troubled. Osha, Thrya, his and the pack’s future. Things had always been certain. Messy, at times, but certain.
With a frown, Valentin peered into the den he had padded up to. It was Osha’s and she was not coming out soon. The Summer heat had begun to beat down at all hours of the day and drive everyone to shade. Panting, Valentin turned from Osha’s den and headed for the next overhang. Inside, he hoped, was empty.
Dragging himself inside, he made to slump down but stopped.
“Amadeus, old man!” he boomed into the echoing den. Lowering his head he strode forward, the slight scent of blood a tang in the air. Parting his jaws to ask what Amadeus had caught, he made to lay down beside his friend. Instead, he stopped and stared.
Amadeus’ muzzle was stained with