You both stop and turn your heads towards the distant cry.
"Who is it?" you ask.
"I can't tell," Vicky mutters.
You can't either. It's coming from a long way away. The edge of the city. For you to hear it from here means whoever is howling is doing it as loud as they can. But... why? Is someone in trouble? Did someone attack the pack?
"Who's on patrol tonight?" you ask.
"Terry and Marta."
Both good fighters... and Marta especially is proud. She wouldn't howl for help unless she really needed it.
The howl comes again. A distant ringing in the otherwise silent night.
You glance at Vicky. She looks back at you, face grim. Without a word, you both set off running.
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