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Storm had watched as Kira tried to urge Spittle back to the camp. It was all but a failure. She watched Kira walk past her and lay in a shadowed building, and noticed Spittle leaving the town. 'Shows what a great leader he is...if he was a leader, then he'd come back and admit his wrongdoing and ask for forgiveness...'

The white wolf forced herself to her paws, and gave a long, undecided sigh. The sudden urge to go after Spittle raged in her gut, the bruning feeling that longed to come out and fix all the sadness and tragedy this world possessed.

Before she knew it, Storm had began running after the brute, her legs guiding the way instead of her eyes. All of a sudden she jumped about 3 feet behind Spittle and landed right in front of him. "Where do you think you're going? Not leaving the town, I'd hope." A unreadable smirk stretched on her pure white maw as her eyes glittered liek saphires in the night sky.

Stor rolled her eyes as he rounded her form. "Fine, I will. And we'll see who's the better leader..." She replied, as if to presuade him by reverse psycology.

The white she-wolf knew it only had a 50/50 chance at convincing him. Storm turned around and darted back towards the town, smirking while running, her pads not even scratched by the hard road. She neared the store, where she caught John and Kira's scents.

As she padded through the broken door and approached the two wolves with a light smile. Strange for her. "Spittle, won't be coming back for a while...we must catch up to him once we're fed and our energy returns. And once your paw pads have healed a good amount."

Oh my God...she soinded like an alpha...but who wouldn't when a life-threatening crisis was at stake? Storm sat in a semi-circle with Kira and John, ad friendly smirk shown on her maw.