"Wait- up-" Magic panted.
Leashed-dogs, Blur grumbled. Magic had once been... Owned. Most dogs shunned that word, thinking of it just made them shiver. Both Blur and Balto had been Leashed-dogs but their people had left them. While Blur had begun to resent his alliance with No-tails, Balto still wore her collar with pride, despite the dirty looks she received.
"You think the rabbit's gonna catch itself?" Blur retorted, not stopping for the newbie leader.
Magic didn't respond. Blur glanced back, the border collie was collapsed in a damp heap on a mound of overgrown moss, sleeping.
A teasing chitter tugged Blur back to the hunt, but the rabbit was gone and a taunting squirrel was bouncing around overhead. "Be quiet!" Blur snapped at it. They'd lost it, the first piece of prey in two days, gone.
Turing around, Blur barked at Magic. "Hey, Sparkles, we lost it. Ready to head home?"
"Hmm?" Magic snorted and sat up groggily. "Home?! Oh, the camp," she realized. "Yeah, sure."
Blur huffed and paced back to her. "This way."
"I know!" Magic barked and took up her exaggerated fancy stride in front of Blur. Neither of the two Alphas' got along well but they as much as tolerated one another.
As Magic skipped ahead, Blur hung his head in shame. No food again, the pack was depending on them, especially the pups. If they didn't find decent prey soon, the pack would starve.