Curtis watched as his father scampered his way towards the opposite direction in a haste. What was going on? It seemed to him that his pack was under attack. He wanted to see what was going on so strongly, wanted to join in the fight if there was an attack going on, but he knew he couldn't.
His shift was very near. He was already finding it hard to bend a bit, as pain assailed his shoulder blades and waist if he tried. But then, he thought that if he couldn't see what was going on, he would have to employ the services of his elder sister. He wondered where she was now.
