Faux smiled nervously, "Sorry Calla, force of habit I guess." Faux took a step back and played with her necklace nervously.
Dusty walked over to Faux and turned his head puzzlingly. "Everything ok Ms.Faux?" Dusty's eyes had a hint of concern in them.
"Well now that we know each other can we please go?" Calla had the sudden itch to fight and the only solution for that was to attack the Poachers. *Im ready Calla!* Luck stepped forward ready for a battle. Calla wagged her tail proudly for her pack.
Dusty nodded and rulfed Faux's mane again. He turned to Calla. "So Ms. Calla, it is getting late and we must hurry to find these poachers. Do you beleive we could split up the pack. You with us and the rest with your parents? Unless you wish to have another wolf with you, ah'd understand." Dusty's voice was serious.
Calla nodded and the pack with her parents. "We'll meet you back here, take care of te third camp." Calla have the orders to her pack then began to enter the forest towards the first group of poachers with Dusty, Dark and Faux following.
Dusty was having a hard time keeping up, his shoulder still sore from being shot. He had grabbed extra bullets and had his gun ready if needed. "Ms. Calla, Ms. Faux, don't you think we should plan ahead?" Dusty looked for an answer then smiled widely. "Ah guess were gonna just pop in and say hi then!" Dusty was happy to be helping out.
Faux slowed down forgetting she was flying not running. "Sorry Dusty!" She landed then matched pace with Dusty running. "I don't think Cal plans anyways!" She giggled
Dark took out his earbuds then asked dusty,"dusty, want me to carry you, so you don't have to walk on your shoulder?"
Calla stopped at the edge of the trees and sniffed the air. The smell of firewood and gun powder filled the air and a low growl escaped Calla's throat. She crouched in the green and waved for the others to quiet.
Dusty crouched up to were Calla was. "What is it Ms. Calla? Are they nearby?" Dusty kept his voice to a whisper. He gripped the strap of his gun and waited for an answer.
Faux launched herself into the tree above, hidden by the thick green leaves. She could see the poachers eating around the campfire enjoying their stories.
Darks eye turned red, and he said,"yets do this", as he pulled out his crossbow and reloaded. (heh, rhyme.)
Calla pointed in the direction of the camp with her muzzle. The camp was in plain sight and was an easy target. Calla gave a final snarl and lunged out barreling down upon the campsite knocking over the table and seats. The poachers backed up in suprise and grabbed their guns and aimed at Calla.
Dusty was quick to react this time, firing at 2 poachers before they could take aim. 1poacher was hit in the shoulder, much like Dusty was, the other dodged it and ran for cover. Dusty, ran into the camp, ducking behind a table for cover. (500!!!)
