|Illusion|M|Lead Hunter|Eastern|M:Justice, Malicia|
Illusion sighed when Justice talked about heading back. He nodded. Did he want to? No. Was he worried about the young female going and finding the loner? Absolutely.
But, he turned around and began the walk home, a pit growing in his stomach.
.
He stopped at the top of the hill, and smelt the air, unsure if the scent of Malicia was fresh on the breeze or not.
I can't put my paw on it, but I think she snuck out again.
He looked around, and picked up a trot, eager to get back to the camp. As much as he liked being out and about, deep down he knew that he wanted to be at her side, scared to have something happen to her and he wouldn't be there to help.
.
He stopped right outside of camp, and rolled in the dirt, masking any other females scent that would have had a trace on him. The look on her face when she's woken up was not one that he wanted to ever see again. That look was the true look of betrayal.
.
He entered camp, and stopped. Something was different. He looked around, the pit growing. He sniffed the air.
Milk.
His first thought was to rush to his queen, but he knew that she wasn't far enough along for pups.
That means that Bee had her pups.
He thought back to just that morning, and tried to track any uncomfortable expressions or body language that she had been showing.
As he traced through what he had seen of her, he couldn't find much, but then again, he wasn't the best at picking up signals.
He shook his muzzle, followed by the rest of his large frame before heading towards Malicia's den.
.
He looked inside, and saw her sleeping. His ears perked.
Maybe it wasn't her scent that I had smelt on the wind.
He thought as he slunk in to the den, trying to not wake her, knowing very well that she needed her sleep.
He curled up beside her, and listened to her soft breathing. It relaxed him, which was something that he wasn't used to.
I guess that I've gotten used to being by myself all of the time. It's nice to be laying next to someone.
He thought, as he watched her sleep for a bit longer before placing his large head on his thick legs.
Sleep didn't come for him however. He was alert, and listening for any signs of danger outside of the den. Even if he wanted to sleep, he wouldn't allow it to wash over him. Even if it started to come in waves he would lay awake and guard his queen.