Clunk, swish, the familiar rocking woke Howler suddenly. He was on another ship.

He looked around and saw Hider curled up in a cage,

“Hey,” He called to Hider “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I just hate being in cages,” Hider’s voice came floating towards him,

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“You’ve been in a cage before?”

“Yes, in-fact it is one of my earliest memory’s”

“Our family lived about half a mile away from the open plains. So every day me, my mum and my dad use-to go there. One day we were on our way there when a pack of wolves attacked us and killed my mum. About a week later I was playing in the long grass when there was a sharp pain in my leg. I remember my dad running towards me and putting his paw out to get me, then. A large metal cage.” Hider turned his head away and snuggled into a little fur ball.

“Leave him.” Hunter called out softly to Howler.