Evalos Packs

Running. Running. Running.
Panting. Never ending panting.
The loud whirring noise that had separated her from her pack had long gone but fear drove Aspen further and further away from all that she knew. She could no longer hear her pack mates. Could no longer smell them. Sorrow struck her suddenly and the fear intensified, but her once strong and powerful legs were too overwhelmed to carry her for even the shortest distance. Aspen collapsed against her will. Her body was frozen still. Her ears flat against her head. Tail tucked so far under her she wondered if she will ever see it again. The only part of her that dared make a move was the fast flutter of her heart and the rapid flaring of her nostrils.
Minutes, hours, days. She wasnt sure how much time has passed since falling to the dirt to regain her energy. Her heart has slowed. Her breathing, no longer labored. Aspen's ears were now alert and she ready to be up and thundering away from the fear that brought her to where she now lay. And with a quick glance around, a million questions popped into her mind. 'Where am I?' 'My pack. What has become of them?' Am I safe?' A million questions to which she has zero answers.
The datystarted off odd the minute the wolves woke. Aspen, being a Beta to her alpha, was sent to patrol with a few of her fellow wolves. A strange scent was upon the pack and it had every hair standing on ends on every wolf in the pack. Some scents were threatening, even if you had no idea what was producing them. Instinct ran strong within the wolves, but also the will and desire to protect the pack. 'Protect the pack, protect the pack.' This thought alone drove the wolves forward. the stench was growing stronger but the wolves had stumbled upon the creatures before even realizing it. Her ears pulled back and her tail flickered back and forth with both fear and the thrill of attack. She crouched with in the bushed, commanding her patrol mates to do as she told. "Observe." She spoke queitly. Never had she seen these creatures before and she was sure the other wolves had not as well. The stood tall, but were very lean, almost sickly looking. They had a strange color and strange patterned fur. No snout was protruding from their faces and their paws misshapened. A low growl rumble din her chest and she pulled back from the bushes. "We must return to camp. Alpha will want to know of what we have seen here." The wolves nodded and swiftly, they turned, wanting to be as far from the creatures as possible. Only minutes had passed and the wind shifted. A wide array of barking and growling met the wolves ears and Aspens eyes narrowed. "What on earth!?" Before they had a chance to regain composure, a foriegn pack was in pursuit.
"Dont attack! RUN!"
It all became a blur from there. Every thing had been so crytal clear up until returning to the pack. They were stronger together, but was it right to have lead the threat straight to their home. Aspen was not sure what had been wrong or what had been right. Odd looking wolves were hot on their trail and the soon fled into camp behind the fleeing wolves. They were easy to kill, she was sure and a few were injured quiet easily before returning to camp, but they were presistant. Crazed even. No remorse or need to understand the wolves. No explanation. The strange tall creatures were closing in and the pack turned as one when loud bangs filled the air. Santos, a male whom had been on patrol with her, let out a yelp and fell the ground, whimpering, trying as he might to get to his paws. Aspen rushed to his side, ushering to help him up but the large male slumped and ceased all movement. Blood soaked his black fur and his heart had stopped beating. Aspen's eyes widened and she turned to catch up with the pack. She did not know the cause of the loud pops and bangs, but after seeing Santos, she knew she could not attack the creatures alone. The pack was drove into the meadow of which they hunted upon and a loud whirring sound appeared. It was so loud and harsh on her ears that she was running like a wolf who had become rabid. Without direction or a destination.
She just ran and kept on running.
Shaking her head, Aspen clammered to her weary paws. She was tired and lost and alone. But what was she to do other than press on ward. Her home had been ripped apart and she was just could not get her self to turn back and try to find her pack. It wasnt safe. And at any rate, she was sure they were all just as lost and alone as she is. If any had survived. A sorrow filled huff escaped her muzzle and she looked up. The sky was begining to darken. Her ear flitted, listening to her surroundings and she trotted forward.