{Closed} {{ Please Lock! }} Echoing Cries

[Crazychick3000]

Logan-
"Thank you War thanks for everything you do. She is fine for now I don't see any injuries that will last forever only scars but that's it she needs to eat herbs every day so she can't get infections." He walked into the den with a piece of meet and herbs in it. He put it down beside her and not giving any eye contact then he quickly left looking for water.

Lieben-
She protectively rapped her tail around her pup while she watched a large brute enter the den only to deposit herbs and meat. She licked her chops hungrily and slowly started to eat the herbs first and then the meat. She wanted to make sure that no movement would strike her pain as she was tired of all this. She observed her big pup deciding to name him Gaven while he slowly fell asleep.

[Shinigami.]

Logan-
He went towards the shrine that War made and he said: "Good job, continue your excellent work and if we have spare time if you want you can with me and do boarder patrol?." he said kindly knowing that it had to be done.

[Crazychick3000]

ω ᴀ ʀ ᴘ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴛ.
♐A.K.A: War or Paint
♐Male or Brute
♐Ld. Fighter of pack
♐Single & Crushless
♐Tags: Logan and Liben

Nudging some damp moss over at Liben so she could drink, Warpaint's mind drifted back to the look on those ravaged pup's faces. He sighed and shook it away, trying to think of another subject, As soon as she's strong enough, we'll hold a burial for the puppies. he whispered quietly, motioning to the shrine he made. With that, War headed out and placed the deer on the pile. After he'd completed his laborious tasks, War settled down next to the shine he made and closed his amber eyes - hoping nobody would step on it.

Lieben-
She woke awake shaken by the movements around hoping it wasn't the bear again. Instead it was another big brute bringing her water. She nodded solemnly still thinking about the death of her two pups while she drank the water that seemed to give her strength.

[| valhalla |]

ω ᴀ ʀ ᴘ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴛ.
♐A.K.A: War or Paint
♐Male or Brute
♐Ld. Fighter of pack
♐Single & Crushless
♐Tags: Logan and Liben

Awaking groggily to the voice of Logan, War stood and flexed his strong muscles. He stretched and nodded through a yawn, Yeah, sure. Let's go now. he agreed in a muffled tone , knowing as well that it had to be done some how and by some one. Afterwards, the brute shook his tawny black pelt and twitched his numb ears before loping out towards the entrance of camp. Bursting out, Warpaint took a big deep breath of fresh air and cleared his mind.

Got to go!}

[Shinigami.]

Logan-
He then started running out of camp. Then he sprinted all the way to boarder #1. He stopped sniffed the air making sure no wolf had entered then he marked it. He continued on the other boarders knowing War would be doing the others for now but he would check on after if War did when he would be done doing his part.

[Gvvdgrief]

{Recap?}

Alohamora:

She jumped to her paws as soon as he had came, backing away as to let him in. She bit the inside of her cheek as she greeted him with a weak smile. "I really need to tell you something."

Titanium:

"Is she going to be alright?" He asked worriedly as he stood by Logan and Warpaint, looking down upon the fae on the ground. He could hear his daughter in the background, and turned in search of her.

[Shinigami.]

Rush-
She was happy that her mother and father where now back in camp and she waited them outside the alpha's den.

[--Miz--]

-I am going to quit this roleplay.Everytime I post it seems to die until I delete the post xD-

[Gvvdgrief]

{*Clings to Shirt. "Are you sure? =c}

[| valhalla |]

Logan-
He then started running out of camp. Then he sprinted all the way to boarder #1. He stopped sniffed the air making sure no wolf had entered then he marked it. He continued on the other boarders knowing War would be doing the others for now but he would check on after if War did when he would be done doing his part.

ω ᴀ ʀ ᴘ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴛ.
♐A.K.A: War or Paint
♐Male or Brute
♐Ld. Fighter of pack
♐Single & Crushless
♐Tags: (Bdr. patrol)

Shaking off his slight drowsiness, Warpaint set off at a ruthless sprint. The brute headed to the southern bouder or Border 3 at a rapid pace. Approaching, War slowed to a gradual trot; lifting his furred muzzle to the air and checking no one had passed. Once he was sure of himself, Warpaint marked it every so often before crossing over to the third border. As he marked it, War toyed with the thought of going on and doing another one but dismissed it, Logan would want a fair share! he told himself before heading back to camp.