Lockjaw dashes through the pitch-black forest, closely following the scent trail he’s picked up. He realizes that his other two pack mates are no longer with him, they must have gone after something else, but it’s of no matter as he’ll just regroup with them later. There’s only so far prey can run, after all. Soon, the trail ends and he stares into the foliage in front of him. “I know you’re somewhere ‘round here.” He mutters to himself.
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