Scarred Thorn

Scar snorted slightly, but said nothing at first, thinking what Iris said over. "Maybe. I guess taking advice from you would probably make anything run better than I have, so sure." he commented with a dry laugh, looking around at the wolves. "Everything just seems to be so..broken. And I've never been one to glue things up. I'm horrible at anything emotional. I don't know how to sympathize with Lupin or help mentor Shotz... thank the lord Delilah took the reins on that one or the poor guy might've been traumatized forever." Scar sighed, the tip of his tail twitching.

Scarred Thorn

The big black wolf let out a slow sigh that sounded somewhat like a huff, nodding to Iris. "I sure hope they do." He murmured, gazing out over the pack. Perking up his ears as he heard a gunshot, he immediately jumped up. Scar boted off into the woods, towards the sound, angry humans were here and afraid one of his packmembers had gotten hurt. Vindaria should have been back by now- it was only a scouting trip! Scar hoped to high heaven she hadn't been shot. As the scent of humans filled his nostrils he slowed and crouched in the bushes, invisible to the human eye. They were rather dumb creatures, Scar had found, but their loud guns sent a killing blow over hundreds of yards. Quickly he smelled Vindaria- she was running away from them, he could tell. Scar had to protect the pack, like she was trying to do- he wasn't going to let the humans chase her. Letting out a long, loud howl, he raced out into the open for a moment before dodging back into the woods. Hearing yells from the humans, they started running his way.

Staying low in the underbrush, Scar ran straight away from the pack, pausing every once in a while to let the humans get close again. Continuing to let them glimpse him every once in a while, Scar knew he was taking a chance at being shot, but what else was he good for. Soon he came to a low canyon- he knew it was almost a dead end, but there was a very small hole in the back. he could slip away and loop the long way around back to the pack... if he could fit through the hole. Scar shook his pelt a little as he was running, snarling aggressivly, when the humans were close enough to hear, and darting into the canyon. Like the stupid beings they were, they followed eagerly.

Gunshots zinged off the canyon walls, usually narrowly missing Scar. He was still in the shrubs, but right before the end there was nothing. They would have a very clear shot at him as he went towards the hole and squeezed through. Not really caring, since he knew someone else leading the pack would be better anyway, Scar heaved in a deep breath and spurted sand backwards as he accelerated. The guns cracked and sand sprayed around him as the humans missed, over and over again. Suddenly a burst of pain through his hips told him he had either been grazed or actually shot, but Scar could tell the bullt wasn't still in there and his bone wasn't broken- if it was he would have fallen flat on his face. Diving through the hole, he let out a low growl of pain, worming all the way through and loping off on the other side. He was free.

Scarred Thorn

After the shock of being shot wore off, the pain really set in. Scarred started limping heavily, but kept loping on the best he could without noise. Knowing humans, they would give up- one wolf wasn't worth a big chase. He started leaving a blood trail after a while, and he didn't want to lead the humans back, in case they did continue chasing him, so he found a shallow cove in the roots of some trees and hunkered down with a wince of pain.

Lifting his nose to the breeze to scent, Scar noticed Vindaria had followed him. He was just thankful she hadn't tried to jump in... he would much rather it be his life than hers. He was unimportant to the pack, but she meant a lot more.

Scarred Thorn

Alpha

The big male wolf could tell his packmate was getting closer, and he couldn't smell any human scent which was a good thing. Scar was somewhat hunkered over, not laying down as to not push pressure on the wound but not sitting up and making himself too visible. With humans it was always a sight thing... they couldn't smell a cow if it landed on them.

With a rustle of leaves, Scar saw Vindaria streak out of the bush. If she was here, most likely there were no humans. Scar knew she wouldn't have let humans follow her. Sitting up with a slight huff of pain, he snorted at her first comment. "If I hadn't have it'd be you Hurt and possibly killed. Much better me than you." He paused, scenting the air again once more- no trace of humans. Probably safe to go back. Scar stood with a grimace, limping out of the den. "Right hip. But it'll be fine, it didn't Penatrate bone." He answered gruffly, glancing around carefully before beginning the rather long trip back to camp.