OOC: Rar! Ember! :-D Welcome back! Don't disappear again! You don't update your
Livejournal or anything now, it's so hard to get in touch with you. What's your
E-mail address, you crazy furburger? If you don't want it on the public board,
you can drop it off to john.w.pullinger at gmail dot com.

BIC: "What in blazes?" Cobalt's dark-furred head pushed out of the
veterinarian's dogflap in the back door of the building. He'd heard a wolf howl,
right here in the middle of town. That either meant that one of Omara's wolves
had thrown caution to the winds, or one of those black-furred bastard wolves had
acquired a positive deathwish. Either way, the charcoal-and-grey Malamute had
business with whoever this was, and he hoped he got there on his mending legs
before any humans did with guns.

White Ember couldn't have known about the recent developments. How Cobalt's
musher had been attacked by Aranok, and an equally dark female, in and around
Nome. Actually _in_ the alleys in the town. People were scared, there had been
more than one death by fang and they wouldn't stop to ask questions if they saw
a big wolf pacing fearlessly along the road.

The animal's pawprints were easy to follow, and in an awkward and painful lope,
the sled dog managed to catch up with this oblivious lupine, worming his way
through a gap in a wooden fence to reach him. It wasn't one of the black wolves,
which to Cobalt's mind meant this wolf was one of the decent ones, park of the
pack he owed a debt to. "Get out of sight, you idiot!" he barked, hobbling
across to the large white wolf, still not fully recovered from his fight with
Aranok, "D'you want to get shot??" He caught glimpse of a few curtains twitching
in the windows further down the street

-John