A pair of hunters had chased Jell-o off of her old lands. She was forced to leave the safety of her den, with her last pup in her mouth. Amoraq whined restlessly, but he knew better than trying to struggle while his mother was carrying him.<br/><br/>Finally, Jell-o stopped, placing the small black pup on the ground. She tested the winds, then sniffed the ground. Jell-o had found the edge of another pack's territory. She could smell the warning on the grass, but another gunshot forced her to continue into this unknown territory.<br/><br/>Amaroq growled. The pup felt no fear of humans, but Jell-o knew better. Her three other pups were gone, taken by humans.<br/><br/>Amaroq could smell his mother's fear, but that didn't change his anger. He growled again, a pitiful sound from one so small, but Amaroq didn't seem to notice. The young pup continued to growl.<br/><br/>Jell-o used a gentle but firm voice to get Ammi to stop his growling. Jell-o heard a howl coming from the direction she was headed and quickly changed course. She didn't want to face humans, and she didn't want to face another pack on her own.<br/><br/>Amaroq wriggled, wanting down. Jell-o obliged, setting her pup in the grass. Amaroq was still a little wobbly on his paws, so when he shook himself, he fell. He laid there for a few moments, watching his cautious mother sniff the air, then the ground.<br/><br/>Jell-o whined, feeling as though she was stuck between a rock and a hard place with no way out. The scent on the grass revealed that it wasn't a high traffic area for the mystery wolf pack. As the pup stood, Jell-o laid down. Amaroq snuggled close, whining for food.