My chapters are going to vary in length as I write them and I'm only following a loose outline and calling the rest of the shots as ii go. Most, if not all, of this confusing world I've created is mapped out in my head so just bear with me. Also, disclaimer is in the chapter before this one. Without further ado, thank you for reading and enjoy the show.
"Chinook, Blackout, you're back! Did you solve our little problem?" A mid size black and white Lupin, patterned similarly to a Terran police cruiser, slid up to his two returning packmates. The larger of the two was a tall cobalt blue Lupin with a crown of navy blue feathers and two stunning sleek wings similar to an eagle's with navy blue tipped feathers. She had one neon green optic and one white optic ringed with neon blue and she flexed her sharp finger-like taloned paws, grinning down at her Third in Command. A long scar, scarily reminiscent of a clawed hand slicing across a tree, ran from her muzzle, down to her chest, along her side and finally dipped and curled around on her flank, creating a "C" there.
"We did, they won't be bothering us anymore after what happened."
Chinook's Second in Command, a large charcoal black Lupin, though not as tall as Chinook herself, with a deep gold webbed crown, two deep gold webbed wings similar to a dragon's and two eerily piercing blood red optics, copied the movements of his leader. The satisfied smile fell off of his face when he saw the condition of the Pack. Blackout grimaced, that would be improved now that the Hunters were gone. He grinned again when he noticed how happy the pack was at the news of the territory being safe and looked over at his leader in hidden concern. She was walking over to her usual sunning rock, her optics not completely there but she was still aware of her surroundings. Shaking his head, Blackout turned his attention towards getting himself something to eat and checking on the state of the younger Lupin who were still being mentored.
Chinook had noticed her Second looking at her in concern as she padded over to her sunning rock, a place she could see the whole of the main Den area.
Awww, that's cute, he's concerned about us! You know he loves me.
A mocking voice laughed as a presence boiled up in the back of her processor at the thought. Chinook let out a low, treating rumble that had no real heat behind it. Soon it turned into a soft huffing laugh as she climbed up onto the warm rock,
You know I'm right, little one.
Serval! Chinook's indignant response to her sister, the presence in the back of her processor, prompted another laugh from Serval. Putting her head down, Chinook finally managed to tune out Serval's insistent rambling and fall asleep, her dreams plagued by nightmares even with Serval's efforts to suppress them.