Early in the morning, the little pack was off aging, not knowing where they were going, or what to look forward too. No one had seen Bran since he told them about the cave. But they couldn't wait for him, with the sense of danger looming about them.

Since Kai had sensed it, Huttser and she had taken turns throughout the night and to keep Larka warm and keep watch. Larka was fairing better that day, but still tired and scared. They hadn't gone a little ways since they realized they were hungry. Larka, who was starting to get ill from the journey, wouldn't do to well if she didn't go too much longer without food.

Since they started the journey, food was harder and harder to come by. It was also hard to hunt and kill big game with only 2 full grown wolves and a learning one. The start of their journey was better, for there were about 6 wolves in the pack that could easily hunt and bring down big game.

Huttser and Kai were worried, for they knew the danger would bring them down next.

Their luck was with them, for they had found a straggling wounded stag, a deer, with a broken leg. It was easy to bring down, and soon all of them were fully fed. About mid day, Bran flew down to them, in a frantic.

"You're in danger, the Great Pack is ahead of you, about a day's journey away. They're coming this way, all of them. You must move back, for they're coming quickly."

"We must move," Huttser growled, "for we don't want the fate of our pack mates."

"But, Huttser, we're all to weak to travel a long distance at a great pace." Kai whimpered.

But Huttser knew he had to. "We must, Kai. Think of our daughter. We must move, and protect her with the strength of Brole and Tarlar!"

At this, there seemed to be new strength surging through the wolves at the mention of their gods. Even Larka had new strength to go on. And so, the family moved, with Larka in the middle, Huttser at the lead, and Kai at the back.

Bran flew back at times, measuring the distance Huttser's pack had gained or lost, saying little good news about the Great Pack. Once in a while he would tell them that they had stopped to hunt and rest, but he'd always come back a couple hours later and say they were on the move and gaining quickly.

The little pack was growing tired, and soon the moon was above them, and they soon had to stop.