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Bullet nodded at Ember, glad she was unharmed. She sighed and let Scarlett attempt to talk to Frost with her strange noises. Shaking her head in disbelief she moved back to Kuro's side and laid down. With a yawn her head was placed on the ground as she waited for the others to arrive.

Scarlett moved to look directly at the cold wolf. Was she willing to tell someone her past? Was she will to relive the life she has ran from all these years? No. No she wasn't. Shoulders hunched and head held low her eyes felt like they were shooting daggers. An edge of anger crawled up her spine at the fact someone would question her past. No, it was a simple question anyone would ask. A simple question would get a simple answer, "lab" surprised with how clear the word came she shuddered.

Memories flashed behind her eyes of what little she could recall. The white coats came, taking her away. Her sisters cried out to her for protection. There was never anything she could do. Cold metal tables, held down by claps while the altered her fur, skin, even bone structure. On the outside she was designed to be a 'seen-pet' a picture perfect dog of beauty for the rich and famous. Internally she was genetically reconstructed for guarding and protection, stealth and anger.

Shaking her self hard she turned and went back down the hill. At the bottom she sat hard on her rump and looked to the sky. She did not want to remember the human village.


[[Just so it is clear. Scarlett can speak some human words but it isn't crystal clear. She is able to manipulate her vocal cords so normal canine sounds can be interpreted as English. Bad Example, clearer than that as she was properly trained for it. Aka still sounds like wolf noises but can hear human words from it.]]

Bullet rose her head as the wolf nudged her. Her tailed swayed happily to see the wolf trying to learn pack ways. "okay Frost. Take Scarlett or Streak with you just for backup" The wolf had proved her strength to them already but to much one on one fighting could leave the wolf worn out and unable to keep going.

Streak nodded and looked Frost in the eyes. He was ready to go and would make sure they got back in one piece. "Ready when you are!" He said with a smile.

Kuro looked around and spotted a small clearing that seemed to be large enough to keep hold those there. "We need to get out of the open. There's a ditch down there that we can rest in. It should reduce the danger until they get back." He said pointing with his nose over to the spot.

Frostridge merely gave a slight nod, before setting off at a slight trot. She put her nose to the air and inhaled deeply; there was no threat her nose could detect on the wind. She set off at once, glancing back once or twice to see she was being followed.

The found the path back down the mountain and were soon on the spread of rocky barren wasteland before they reached the forest once again. Traveling the entire way in complete silence, Frost felt slightly... shy, awkward even. It confused her as she was not usually so caring about conversation or bonding among team members before (Well, for awhile at least,), but for some reason...

She cleared her throat, glancing back with a slight air of hesitance before she spoke with quiet, stumbling words. "...Talk?" It was a rather odd attempt at starting a conversation and even she was aware of it.

Frostridge tried to fully decipher the rapid wolven tongue, but the full extent of what he had said was lost amidst her translating. She offered a slightly mixed expression of frustration at her own inability to understand, slight embarrassment at her obvious struggling with the language of her own race, and most prominent, pure, almost amusing confusion as she eyed his friendly grin, her head cocking to one side.

"What mean...ah-autuh-rack...ah-tuh-rack-tive?" Frostridge asked puzzledly; her train of thought was cut off from hearing his reply however when a faint, familiar smell reached her nose. She jerked her head up, the present open, innocent-seeming blue eyes taking a distinct, cold calculating look as she surveyed the direction of the scent. "Bad-Flesh." she growled lowly almost as if to herself. It was still far off however; they had ample time to regroup with the others. "Quick, we go. Go." and she took off at a steady pace back towards the wolves they had left by the bleak river. Figuring out what he had said about her would have to wait till she could muse about it on her own time, or perhaps she would have to ask the Red-Fur the meaning of what he had said...

They were nearly there, the scent having grown stronger as they drew close; she erupted from the underbrush only to find the space empty. The clearing beneath the trees by the river was bare, only a few stray wolf-prints or imprint where someone had laid down to indicate anyone had been here at all. Concerned, she put her nose to the ground and the surrounding area before giving up after a few tense fruitless minutes. There were too many scents crisscrossing here and there; and already, the wind was carrying whatever clue her nose might be able to pick up away, scattering it. No sign of struggle, no sign of where they had left; almost with a look of helplessness, she turned her attention back to Streak. Half of their team had gone missing, vanished without a trace she could detect.

"Bad." she uttered darkly, the blue eyes like icy steel and deep water.

She nodded once indicating she had understood what he had said at least near the end. "Try...call? If no, Red go, both." They should at least see if the MIA were perhaps in the area and had somehow missed them. If not, it was wise they continued to stick together; there was no telling what had happened and splitting up in the face of uncertainty was just begging for disaster. She contined to search for clues, but another scent was steadily growing closer. Altered, and there were at least three, most likely a small Swarm class group, still a fair distance away but coming closer. If there were more then five or six, they would be hard-pressed. The best choice was to run back across the river and lose their scent trail as most Swarm class were pretty stupid and nearly blind, finding their prey by sound and smell. The situation was growing more dire; should they risk drawing the attention of the Altered to find the others through the strange howling noise her race seemed to use to communicate?

"Wait. Bad-Flesh near. Call missing, or run? St-uh-reek, choose." Frost would let him decide their next course of action, but he would have to make it quick.