Echo and Seraph traveled a long ways, the great trees they were used to made any trees here seem pipsqueak in comparison for size. The brush though, seemed fuller here. Seraph and his sister were leaning on one another, keeping each other up and walking. They had not been able to afford stopping while the ones they escaped from were looking for them. Terrifying wolves who served only one... and slaughtered all. Seraph felt his dry nose twitch, his half a muzzle twitching as he felt the air moisten.... and prey in abundance. There was also something else though, wolf blood and there was a bunch of it.<br/><br/>Seraph stopped walking, and Echo followed his movements, then looked up to him with eyes full of mystery. "What is wrong my winged Seraph... my angel in the cloud. Is something the matter?" she said. Her odd words only normal for her brother. Seraph shook his head and sighed gently. "Nothing is the matter my dear sister... we just seem to have walked in on a wolf packs territory. That is all," he coerced.<br/><br/>Echo narrowed her eyes, the blue orbs seeming full of knowledge that couldn't possibly be there in the mere time that has passed in her life. They may have been grown up, but they were not nearly old enough to possibly be so wise, let alone his Twin sister alone. She looked ahead, and tilted her gaze slightly. "Will the devils come and turn our flowers to wilted heaps?" she asked. Seraph shook his head "I don't believe so... Echo, but I am unsure about these wolves and there territory. It seems many of them are injured, you can smell it. We are probably close to there camp, so I highly doubt they do not smell us," he said.<br/><br/>Echo leaned closer to him, and hummed a soft tune. While Seraph cautiously stepped forward by her side, wondering why she was singing right now... yet knowing there was no point in asking. She would probably just say something cryptic anyways.