Penny shoved his way through the arch of the door with reckless abandon, and inside, the feeling of being prey only intensified into a fine point; a blade, sharp beneath his chin. His breaths came quickly now, heart racing as fury and terror coalesced into one horrid, gut-wrenching, suffocating ache. And all he had to do to quell it was find the rune. Thats what he was here for, right?

Or was something else calling him, something less benign?

A scream echoed outside, and Penny's only reaction was another gut-deep snarl. Some deep-seated instinct to turn and give chase bubbled unto his throat, and the idea of sinking his teeth into something alive for the first time ever nearly turned him back.

Nearly.

Perhaps, had it really been his decision -- but it didn't really feel like it was, not anymore. But finally, after what felt like weeks, months of searching.... the glow of blue. He didn't even know why it was a good thing, but it set off a small whisper of euphoria. Wait, no -- that was a voice, one louder than the others.
But it wasn't really a positive. Not really. He'd been searching; he'd walked away from his pack, his family, he'd walked his pads raw and dragged his sister out here to take care of him, and it hadn't been enough.

Finding one had seemed impossible. How was he supposed to find its sister?

The ginger boy roared an ugly, vicious sound and turned to rush back outside, teeth gnashing, intent on going to see what had made that gods-awful noise and if he could still rip it apart himself.

He forgot he wasn't alone.