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Tauro had been running for one whole day, but her mind had lost the concept of time; it simply replayed the events that had occurred twenty-four hours ago.

She had been hungry. Wandering, alone, her food options were limited; she had started a ground squirrel and pinned it by the tail. Ready to crush its skull, she stopped when the shaking animal spoke.

"Please don't kill me, lady; I give you something you want, ya?"

She laughed. "Alright; tell me where my sister is."

"Who your sister look like, lady?"

"A white wolf," Tauro answered. "White with a gray dragon on her back."

And, to her surprise, the squirrels eyes had lit up. "Ya, ya, your sister, she lives on the border of the pack; is not far from here. Go east, you find it."

Startled, Tauro had released the squirrel without realizing it. She did not consider that the animal would lie. The information had come quickly, and the presence of a nearby pack was not news to Tauro. But the fact that Gerda could be so close…

She ran, the scent of other wolves growing stronger by the minute; froth spilled from her mouth as she panted, but she was a wolf. This was nothing unusual. Approaching the border, she threw back her head to howl, not considering that the pack might not welcome here. Her sister would hear.

Laos was alone, and quite frankly, it bothered him. Silence was bearable with company, but when there was not even the illusion of sound, and the air was devoid of fodder for auditory delusions, that was torture.

And yet, it was self-inflicted torture, so there was no one to blame or rage against aside from himself. He was the one who had chosen, for some reason unknown to any but perhaps his subconscious, to set away from the others for a stroll. The stroll had become a walk, then transgressed into a hike, and finally degraded into a wandering. Now he was alone, in the middle of the forest, with no tangible purpose or direction - or even a sense of the latter.

That is, until he picked up the scent. It was faint, but detectable, and out of lack of anything better to do, he followed it until it was identifiable. Tauro. What was his sister doing out? Alone, none the less?

Laos's interest was piqued, to say the least. Deciding to do some good, old-fashioned annoying-brother spying, he chased after her scent until he was almost close enough to see her. He remained behind, though, simply taking advantage of his downwind position and following as quietly as possible. Of course, he had no accurate perception of however much of his progress was audible, seeing as he could not perceive even the loudest of sounds, much less those of a quieter variety. To him, everything was quiet.

Even the traumatized looking squirrel he passed, who gave the appearance of screaming at Laos's materialization.

A familiar-pelted wolfess was coming at her at top speed. Although mute, she was hardly blind or deaf; she knew the possibilities of this wolf being an enemy, coming at her to take out a Gomorrah member. It was a high probability...other than the fact that she'd heard her sister's howl. That was the only reason she wasn't turning tail and taking off home. Er...well to where she resided, as it wasn't truly home.

She became more and more excited as the wind from her sister's overshot fluffed her fur. The white femme spun on Tauro, tail wagging a mile a minute, ears pricked and a grin on her maw as she made little uttering sounds. Her jaws went to work nibbling at her sister's face and muzzle, nipping an ear fondly, catering to the she-wolf's face like a mother would.

Yes. She was found.

But had it taken too long?