Jennifer watched Max walk through the gates with Rachel. She had locked her arm in his and was pressing closely to him. Jenn fumed but turned back to her unit. She refused to unpack anything  and made sure that Hero was neatly stowed in the bottom of the back pack. Pacing the floor, she heard the silver bell but refused to follow the sound like a rat to the Pied Piper.Instead, she slipped out of the compound to the dry river bed.<br/><br/>Once there, she found the paw prints of the coyote and followed them down the river bed to a place where the prints disappeared onto rock. In the close distance was a plateau of red sand stone and Jennifer decided to go check out this area. Jenn knew not to encroach on the bitch and her pups but if there was a place for a den there might be other hiding places.<br/><br/>Jennifer climbed the side of the cliff, her fingertips stirring up the dust. Faintly, she heard the whining of puppies and veered away to the west, even farther from the compound. She found another cave entry and wiggled herself inside. The air inside was cool and smelled of oil and metal. Finally her eyes adjusted to the dark and she saw what she thought were coffins. After closer examination, she realized she was looking at cases of guns.