Well, I was at camp for a week, and am going back for another week...unfortunatly for me, (I had thought summer would give me MORE time) and you guys, that means not as frequent updates, but never fear! I will succeed through rain, snow, and sunshine!

Review Responces:

Gwyn: I love that name. Thanks for reviewing!

Firewolf: Maybe, maybe not! (smiles mischeviously) you'll have to see in this chapter! Oh, and I'm fairly sure Dragon is mentioned in this chappie!

JaBoyYa: You'll have to see! I think it might be the next chapter, or the chapter after that. But SOON. I promise.

Dapplestream: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Well, atleast I hope what I wrote is like a fight...hehe

crazyhorsegirl13: I think that there is, but I'll let you decide. Yes, the only differenve is that one is capitalized, but to the wolves they can easily tell. Ridge cant though, because he wasn't raised in the pack.

Midnight226: Well, wasn't exactly soon, but here ya go!

Cinderpelt's Heiress: Maybe...maybe not! (cackles) I love being the author!

Blaze Ocean Dragon: True point, my friend. True point. I guess its just one of those freaky things of nature! ;)

Strangefur: Yes, sadly, Rust has no life, so he follows Shadow around mercilessly.

Bluepelt: OR INAKURA. Personally, I'm still gonna call you bluepelt. You've been known as her here for FAR to long!

So, here's the long awaited (I hope) chapter!

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The moon was full, and there was naught a cloud in the sky, stars shinning with all their brilliance, winking at the world below. Ridge was standing next to Sparks, overlooking a valley below, where already he could see dark shapes of other wolf packs running amok.

"So, tell me one more time," Ridge whispered. "How does this work?"

Sparks rolled his eyes. "Not everything needs to be explained, Ridge. Something just have to happen without an explanation."

"Yea, but life would be a lot easier if you would,-" The dog started to say, but was shushed by Virgo. The bi-eye colored wolf had refused to look at him since their outbreak, and every attemp to apologize had been futile.

"Almost time," Sparks cried quietly. "Ridge, how does my fur look? Is it sticking up weirdly? A bit dirty? Does my smell offend?"

"You're fine," Ridge said exhasperated. Sparks, however, ignored him, instead glancing over towards Virgo's direction.

"Oh, Shila, help me!" Sparks whined. He wasn't the only one, all the other wolves were acting restless and agitated. Snarls broke out, and a couple tails were snapped at. At any moment a fight might break out.

Then Deathmoon gave one short, high pitched bark, and everyone was bolting in different directions. He lost sight of Sparks within seconds, and Virgo also. Dragon melted easily into the darkness, as did Umbra and Rust. Shadow seemed a bit hesitant, but did too run into the cover of trees. After a mere moment, Ridge was the only one.

Unnerved, he ran into the forest to, looking for anyone familiar. He caught Sparks scent, but lost it a second later. Wandering warily, he came across a rabbit, which filled up his starving belly only a bit. He tried not to remind himself that he hadn't eaten in 2 and a half weeks.

Wandering and scenting the air, he saw Dragon taking down a raccoon, but when Ridge approached, the wolf snarled. He backed away, not wanting to intrude on the wolf's dinner, and instead tried to find a source of water to ease his parched throat.

Repeatedly he ran into wolves he did not know, wolves that were not from the pack. They didn't seem remotly hostile, instead friendly and curious, (unless there was food, which seemed to make them irratable) and invited him to a run beneath the moon. He rejected them all, and none seemed to take it personally, to his relief.

Once he came across a beautiful red wolf, who teased and flirted with him for a good portion of the night, licking his muzzle and rolling on her belly. Flattered, but feeling guilty because of Shadow, he finally convinced the she-wolf to leave, and she did, her tail drooping and ears bent.

Remembering Shadow's words, Wait until the full moon, that's the best time to escape. He dodged any incoming wolves and made back towards home. He was almost there, knowing it because the scent of so many wolves had all but disapeared, and was about to leave the valley when a whine reached his ears.

He had heard that whine so many times that night, mating rituals and such, but this was familiar, and, curious, he doubled back a bit and went to check it out. He did not like what met his eyes.

Rust was there, circling a still Shadow. Her eyes were closed, and she had no apparent injury, though her breath was coming fast. Rust stalked towards her, accepting her silence as a yes. Rage swept through Ridge, and before he knew what was happening, he jumped right on top of the wolf.

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I AM ACTUALLY LEAVING FOR CAMP RIGHT NOW!!! AGH!