The scents she came across were overpowering, it was a she wolf, and the overtone, the pack scent was chillingly familiar and laid directly over Athena's mark. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she began to follow the scent trail towards the heart of Poison Path territory. Her heart began to drop in her chest as she realized the direction she was traveling, Oh please not the cache, we can't afford the loss. But as she came upon what remained of there food it was all laid in front of her as plain as day. The other pack had been here and destroyed and by the scent one of them had pissed on everything.
Rage began to build in Namara's belly Those bastards, I should go and tear out their throats this instant! But as Namara's anger rose violent pain ran through her body in waves coming from her stomach. The great she wolf doubled over to the ground and lay in a tight ball for long moments whimpering to herself with her jaws clamped tightly shut. After what could have been moments or hours the pain ceased and she was able to move. Just wonderful Namara you couldn't tear the throat from a sick rabbit let alone a healthy wolf. Her thoughts were angry at the situation just as the wind shifted and brought another scent into her nostrils that set her hackles straight up. The male from the mountain. No longer did she evaluate the situation but raised her muzzle to the sky without regard for the reprimand she would receive and howled urgently @Ash, @Athena come quickly we've been invaded by...ack Her howl cut off in a half-yelp half-cough as another pain shot through her insides. She sat down and began to breathe as calmly as she could as she awaited her alphas, hoping they had heard her call.