The moonlight would shine against his blue pelt and he traversed the undergrowth; thorns picking at his sides. Ahead of him was a light brown wolf, spall streaks of blood running down from her. The overgrow thorns and stingers seemed to get thicker the further they went. He'd look back,wondering if it'd be best to find a better path. He'd look back ahead of him, the other wolf had disappeared. A slight bit of panic would stop him in his tracks. "Dandelion..?" "Come on Slate, you're almost there." He'd continue walking with a swifter pace than before. He'd push past the last few thorns and walk out onto a cliffside, peering overto the city. They'd made it.