Have you heard that when a sequel is made, it's longer and darker than the first? It's TRUE! This story is proof of it… eh, just wanted to say that cuz I'm bored. REVIEW!

Some wolfs can wait for days on end. Those wolfs are good trackers, spies, and usually very good leaders. Then there are wolfs like Avnar, who can wait for two hours at the most and then get impatient… very impatient. Maybe it had something to do with his age? Or the fact that he is a male, seeing that one of his sisters behind him looks very calm? Whatever the case, he began to whimper, and puff, and sigh. He wasn't the only one either; there were a good few behind him who were doing the same.

Once again he sighed, wondering what was taking so long.

"Sigh one more time and I'll pull your legs off and beat you with them." Damian breathed beside him.

"How can you? You don't have thumbs." He said just as quietly.

Damian looked at him, "You've never done something like this have you?" he asked.

Avnar shook his head. Damian grinned, "Trust me, the wait is worth it."

"How so?" the wolf asked.

"You won't believe the adrenaline rush you get from spying, or tracking." He said lying down.

Avnar shook his head, "How can you possibly enjoy tracking someone, or attack your own pack?"

"I didn't say I enjoyed it." Damian muttered, "I guess it's something you get after doing it for a while."

"How long have you been tracking?" Avnar asked.

Damian chuckled and looked at the world beyond the cliff, "I wasn't much younger than you when I had my first scouting lesson… Nelida taught me almost everything I know."

"She used to track?" Avnar asked, astonished.

"She was one of the best… before she came back with that thing on her forehead, and then she was kicked out of the pack." Damian trailed off at the last part, a blank stare covering his face.

Avnar looked off into the distance, "You know there should be like a pack that's filled with fortunetellers. Or like a peace pack or something."

"Keep dreaming." Damian murmured.

Avnar was about to retort before he heard something. Claws clicked in front of them and muffled voices were coming closer. Damian stood up quickly and looked behind him, seeing the other wolfs who were lying down doing the same. He shushed them and took a step forward, looking around the ledge side. Immediately he saw about ten sabers coming out of the back entrance and heading toward them.

"Back up!" he whispered. "Tell everyone to back up! Now!"

The wolfs started turning around, telling the wolf behind them to back up. The message was going too slowly though, and one saber came around the corner. He was immediately face to face with Damian, who growled threateningly toward him and the sabers behind him.

"Whoa, whoa hey! We come in peace!" The saber said, "We want to get rid of Matchitehew too!"

"Yeah," a female said behind him, "we were sent here by a wolf named Arthur."

Damian looked over the group thoughtfully, "How'd you know the wolf pack was here?"

"The fortuneteller said we could stop Matchitehew if we wanted to." The saber in front said, "When I went around asking others to help the wolfs said we could help them."

"Is she alright?" Avnar asked, stepping up beside Damian. "The fortuneteller I mean."

"Yeah, she's one tough cookie." He replied.

Avnar rolled his eyes, "Tell me about it."

"You know, fortuneteller, I could spare your life." Matchitehew whispered.

"Save the lies." Maria growled.

"No lies here," the bigger saber said, "I'm offering you a job."

Maria looked away and grunted, "I'd rather die."

Matchitehew began circling her again, "On the contrary, I think you would make an excellent spy. You know your mother was spy." He paused and chuckled, "Before she became a witch of course."

"Now why would you want to kill my mother, and offer me my life to work for you?" Maria asked, watching him as he passed by her line of vision.

"You seem to have more power than your pathetic excuse for a mother."

"There are others more powerful than me." Maria muttered.

"And who would that be, my dear?" Matchitehew asked interested in what she had to say.

Maria shook her head, deciding it would be too risky to mention Avnar. But perhaps he already knew about him? "If I told you, you would try to catch the person like you have caught me."

"Ahh I see." Matchitehew purred, "A loved one perhaps?"

She turned away from him, unknowingly giving him his answer.

"I know you are wiser than that. You know as well as I that young love never lasts."

Maria looked at him coolly. "Now how would you know that if no one has ever loved you back?"

Before she knew it she had three marks across her cheek, each bleeding freely and going from ear to mouth. She put a paw to her cheek and wiped the blood off, looking at it like she never knew her blood was red.

"You will think twice before insulting me, wont you?" He purred.

Suddenly a deep call rang outside of the cave. It howled intently, signaling the beginning of a long needed battle. Three more answered it, along with one that sounded like music to Maria's ears.

"Avnar!" she whispered; she glanced at Matchitehew who looked around for his entrance guards, angered that they were nowhere to be found. She chuckled, "You'll think twice before capturing the fortuneteller, wont you?"

It's a little short, but I'll make the next one longer for you readers that scream in pain when the page runs out. (I'm 1 of those ppl ^^) Hang tight, I'll update asap! REVIEW!