When we get back, we'll have to show that to Laura. We don't want it to be anything to serious," Kyle states.
"We can walk the rest of the way back for you, just stay quiet, or else we could get snuck up on," Michael adds. It had happened before with a different group a few months back, and it didn't end too well.
Shawn nods and begins limping as quiet as he could. Kyle and Michael soon support him and they shuffle back towards camp. Shawn's breath begins to get shaky, resulting in Kyle and Michael taking turns in carrying him. Michael doesn't do to we'll, being one of the weakest one in our gang, so Kyle volunteers to carry him the rest of the way.
"Do you hear the dogs?" Shawn whispers, finally breaking the silence. He slips off of Kyle's shoulders and starts to whistle. Soon Michael hears the dogs barking and howling.
"I thought I was hearing things," Kyle answers. He begins to call for the dogs by name.
Shawn begins to stagger forward, still whistling and yelling for the dogs. The pack soon runs through the trees and towards them. Kyle and Michael block their paths and they nervously whine and circle the boys.
"Shut up!" Kyle barks at the skittish dogs, and they all duck their heads at the same time.
Michael watches ahead. Nobody was following the dogs. He walks through the dogs and follows the path. The dogs never ran without somebody following them, at least not this far from camp. Michael breaks out into a sprint, and everybody follows him, the dogs, Kyle, and even Shawn. He ducks beneath trees and avoids the traps their troop had set years before. A sound unknown by his ears echoes through the woods.
"What is that?" Shawn questions unsteadily.