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Two weeks have passed and I haven't found anything but bare rock and snow. It's getting colder, though some days it's too warm for me and I laze about, panting. The sun is high in the mountains and I feel like I could sit on my haunches, reach out, and click it with a talon. I pant as I snaked around small ledges, looking for any plants to feed on. I've learned what to eat and what not to eat and I've lost weight and gained muscle. I'm too skinny.

I know I can't survive on my own. I collapse soon after when it begins snowing. I haven't been able to find shelter or put on enough belly fat to keep me warm. I close my eyes, feeling too tired to even get up. I'm beginning to regret leaving the facility . . . Maybe it would have been easier if I had cooperated . . .

Maybe I'd get to live . . .

I yawn and fall asleep in the snow, letting it bury me.

***

Hours later, I wake. Warmth surrounds me. There are familiar smells and I can hear talking- the quick chattering of a Lurker. I poke my head up, through a mass of bodies. There's five of them, two extremely bulky and muscle packed males making up the outside. Three others, one male and two female, who are less bulky and are smaller, are laying on top of me.

"Oh, she's awake," says one of them; a female with a soothing voice that reminds me of honey.

"I see that," remarks the skinny male. I look at him and see a Hands hat on top of his head, as well as a string around his neck.

"Khai, do you smell milk on her? Is she carrying eggs?" asked one of the bulky males. His voice was raspy and I could see a few scars from battle.

"No, her belly would be big!" he says, moving off of me. I tilt my head at them.

"Can she talk?" asked the other female.

"What's your name?" asked the other male. He had a deep, dark mane of brown, and lighter orange fur. His eyes were a deep yellow and he stood as well, shaking snow off of him.

"Siirx," I reply, sweeping my tail around. I accidentally make the smallest female sneeze. She sits up and rubs her nose and I see her mane is black. Her fur is a dark forest green and she has lighter lime markings, paws splotched with browns.

"I'm Zeron," she says, blinking bright red eyes at me. I nod and sweep my gaze over the other female. Her mane is dark blue and she has pink fur with white bubbly markings.

"Carzi," she said.

"Aston," says the bulkier male with scars. He had a dark red mane, shaggy, with chunks missing from fights. One of his eyes sagged, where the bone had broken and on the same side one of his bottom teeth were broken. His pelt was a crimson color with proud gold markings going down his flank. His paws were the same color as his mane.

"And I am Reif," said the other male. "Where did you come from, Siirx?"

"A facility, a big breeding place," I say, ears going down on my head. The littlest male looks at me and I can see him frown. He's got a black mane and a white coat, forearms a mix of colors, going blue, green, to yellow.

"Oh. Come with us. We'll see if you can join our pack," he says and upsets Aston. I nod, "If it is alright with the rest of your... group."

Aston sighs and shakes his head, following after Khai as he prances ahead along the snowy ridge. The others wait for me to follow before forming a party around me. I walk with them, keeping my head bowed. I've met wild Lurkers! How exciting . . .

We arrive some time later at their cave. I look at the narrow entrance and tilt my head. Khai rushes in and the others follow, all except Aston, who stands guard outside. I follow the rest inside . . .

Description
Two weeks have passed and I haven't found anything but bare rock and snow. It's getting colder, though some days it's too warm for me and I laze about, panting. The sun is high in the mountains and I feel like I could sit on my haunches, reach out, and click it with a talon. I pant as I snaked around small ledges, looking for any plants to feed on. I've learned what to eat and what not to eat and I've lost weight and gained muscle. I'm too skinny.

I know I can't survive on my own. I collapse soon after when it begins snowing. I haven't been able to find shelter or put on enough belly fat to keep me warm. I close my eyes, feeling too tired to even get up. I'm beginning to regret leaving the facility . . . Maybe it would have been easier if I had cooperated . . .

Maybe I'd get to live . . .

I yawn and fall asleep in the snow, letting it bury me.

***

Hours later, I wake. Warmth surrounds me. There are familiar smells and I can hear talking- the quick chattering of a Lurker. I poke my head up, through a mass of bodies. There's five of them, two extremely bulky and muscle packed males making up the outside. Three others, one male and two female, who are less bulky and are smaller, are laying on top of me.

"Oh, she's awake," says one of them; a female with a soothing voice that reminds me of honey.

"I see that," remarks the skinny male. I look at him and see a Hands hat on top of his head, as well as a string around his neck.

"Khai, do you smell milk on her? Is she carrying eggs?" asked one of the bulky males. His voice was raspy and I could see a few scars from battle.

"No, her belly would be big!" he says, moving off of me. I tilt my head at them.

"Can she talk?" asked the other female.

"What's your name?" asked the other male. He had a deep, dark mane of brown, and lighter orange fur. His eyes were a deep yellow and he stood as well, shaking snow off of him.

"Siirx," I reply, sweeping my tail around. I accidentally make the smallest female sneeze. She sits up and rubs her nose and I see her mane is black. Her fur is a dark forest green and she has lighter lime markings, paws splotched with browns.

"I'm Zeron," she says, blinking bright red eyes at me. I nod and sweep my gaze over the other female. Her mane is dark blue and she has pink fur with white bubbly markings.

"Carzi," she said.

"Aston," says the bulkier male with scars. He had a dark red mane, shaggy, with chunks missing from fights. One of his eyes sagged, where the bone had broken and on the same side one of his bottom teeth were broken. His pelt was a crimson color with proud gold markings going down his flank. His paws were the same color as his mane.

"And I am Reif," said the other male. "Where did you come from, Siirx?"

"A facility, a big breeding place," I say, ears going down on my head. The littlest male looks at me and I can see him frown. He's got a black mane and a white coat, forearms a mix of colors, going blue, green, to yellow.

"Oh. Come with us. We'll see if you can join our pack," he says and upsets Aston. I nod, "If it is alright with the rest of your... group."

Aston sighs and shakes his head, following after Khai as he prances ahead along the snowy ridge. The others wait for me to follow before forming a party around me. I walk with them, keeping my head bowed. I've met wild Lurkers! How exciting . . .

We arrive some time later at their cave. I look at the narrow entrance and tilt my head. Khai rushes in and the others follow, all except Aston, who stands guard outside. I follow the rest inside . . .