Race to Black Spear Mountain

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Michael stood at the top of a small hill, gazing up at the mountain range. A breeze rolled through the mountain and over the hill. the trees rustled and Michael stood still. Weeks had passed by since he had last seen Shaman. "Where are you." He muttered as he looked to the horizon. Night would be there in a few hours. "Better get a shelter up." He spoke once more. Michael gathered some wood and lit it with his tail. Michael scratched the back of his head and looked around. "I'm not sure if this will do." His voice penetrate the silence.

"No, not really." Nate responded, before taking a step forward. "But I do have an idea." He continued, and sent a thunder shock further down into the cave, illuminating the area for a second and revealing two poochyena inside the cave, agitated by the two intruders. "Well, this is a problem. What are the chances they run away?" He asked Michael, his cheeks sparking to get ready for a battle.