<b>RE: A Pack Of Our Own (LDelgado1986, Deathmonkey1484, Lilmintz, LoveRaiden)</b><br/><br/>When Dante was pulled into Reysons lap, his arms flopped to the ground, where he laid still unmoving. Until Reyson started to shake him, slowly he stirring from his unconcious state, he heard the rest of Reysons words. Slowly he opened his eyes and saw through blurred vision the stars in the sky and the form of his best friend. Loudly he groaned from the pain that he felt all over his chest and his back. The chains had been there too long and just now started to burn into his muscle. " Reyson...." He whispered. " where are we? Trying to sit himself up right he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and felt the sting on the right side of his head where he was hit. Suddenly that's when everything came rushing back to him. Virgil, had cold cocked Dante sending him into a world of blackness.<br/><br/>Looking around as his vision cleared he realized where they were, by the big oak tree that he and Reyson used to sneak off and climb together. Many times had they gotten in trouble by their guardian, and then punished by Dantes father for entering the territory against the wishes of the pack. Shifting his body he turned to look at Reyson and smiled lightly, " I'm alright buddy...." He saw the tears stuck in his eyes, Reyson was always trying to be the tuff guy and not show any signs of weakness. " We got to get out of here before a patrol shows up."<br/><br/>Slowly Danted tried to stand and loosing his balance in the process he stumbled to one side but caught himself before he fell back to the ground. Reaching up he touched the left side of his head where he felt his hair matted with blood and dirt and knew why his balance was off. Looking to his right he got his bearing on the direction they needed to travel. " Rey... you know that old man i visited over the summer....... His cabin isn't too far away from here...." Dante reached down and touched his chest, the skin was already healing, but very slow, the touch of silver always tended to make the flesh regenerate slower.<br/><br/>The cabin and old man he spoke of, was a nice old man that had just moved into a cabin that was on the outskirts of the two territories, Dante had been taking a walk one afternoon and saw the old man and the cabin. Intreasted in the place Dante visited the man frequently and helped him in remodeling the place. The land there was neutral and neither of the two tribes had any claim to the land.<br/><br/>Dantes ears perked up a bit as he picked up the feighnt sound of rustling grass, quickly he looked over to Reyson and sniffed the air, there was another wolf near by, but before he cold say anything about it he heard the growl. It was too late, a patrol had already found the two of them. Dante took a few steps back from the newcomer, normally he would have to confidence to take on the other wolf, seeing that she was a bit smaller than he would be. But in the shape he was in at the moment he wondered if he could take on a adolesent wolf and walk away unscathed.