DeadWood's ears flicked and she quickly turned her head in the direction of the Eirir. Faintly she could hear a desperate howl for help, so desperate it almost sounded broken. It wasn't as faint as the howl she heard earlier, so the only other option was that it was a howl from an Eirir wolf.

DeadWood growled at herself, thinking about what she should do next. [i]"As far as I know my pack is gone, hunters could possibly still be out, but two is better than one I suppose..."[/i] She thought to herself, and then chuckled, "Well, if hunters DO find me, I better have someone else for them to pick." DeadWood said to herself and then quickly weaved her way out of the thorn bushes she had hidden in. Once she was safely out she quickly began to sprint across the burnt forest, towards the direction of the Eirir where the desperate howl came from. Ashes kicked up behind her as she ran as fast as she could. She needed to get there quickly, or else she could have quite possibly put herself back into immense danger. Within minutes DeadWood had bolted past the boarder of the burnt forest and darted into the Eirir territory.

DeadWood dodged and weaved around various trees of the territory. After a few minutes of running, she skidded to a halt once she came face-to-face with what used to be the Eirir den. Huffing a bit, DeadWood shouted, "Where are you?!" All she could see were rocks and dust. A few of the large rocks were spattered with blood, but since DeadWood was sinister to begin with, she didn't mind. DeadWood attempted to move a few, they only moved slightly. She growled in annoyance. "Where are you?!" She shouted again and loudly roar-barked a few times to try to alert anyone near-by.

(((Sorry that I haven't been able to post, school has been stressful)))