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[Resin]

((Maybe next time, eh? I have an idea coming up that might be a bit of a shock for Ahote, but I think it may work out.))

Pipaluk- Elder Female- 97 Summers

Nanuq had laid down beside her, also watching the snow as it fell. When she coughed he would make worried whines. Though he wished to be with her completely once more, he didn't still didn't wish for her to die. Especially not like this. She couldn't feel it, but he pressed his ethereal body against hers, willing warmth from the spirit world to her world. Curse approached and Nanuq turned his head, alerting Pipaluk.

Pipa smiled at the concern that etched Curse's face. Her question was followed by a nod. "No need to worry about me, young one. Everything will be as it should." She hadn't exactly answered the question, but hopefully it would reassure the young female. So as not to prompt further questioning, Pipaluk changed the subject.

"You've been accepted into the pack now, though you never asked for it." Again she directed her attention to the falling snow, her old head tilted up to the sky and her eyes closing. "This is a good place for you. Not only will the Alpha come to look upon you as a sister, but there's another little surprise in store if you care to look for it." A gentle cackle drifted from the old wolf before she once again began to cough. Nanuq whined once more and Pipaluk glanced in his direction. "I don't even know what can be done about it. If you or those silly ancestors have any ideas, feel free to share them."

Back to Curse. "You've taken a name that wasn't given to you. You've shed the name along with your former life. If you'd rather cling to the name a while longer, I understand. Just know that you no longer need it." The younger female probably thought that the old wolf was senile. It was alright. She was used to that kind of reaction. It wouldn't stop her from telling it like it was, however. "Should you ever begin to doubt yourself or your place here, talk with the Alpha. You've both experienced great loss, and because of it, will form a deeper bond if you just allow yourselves to open up."

With a wheezing sneeze, the boney old wolf seemed to snap out of her knowledge filled trance. "I wonder when we'll find food. My stomach's as empty as a hollow log." Cackling at her analogy, Pipaluk went back to watching the snow fall. The sun would rise in a few hours then perhaps a hunt would take place. She also reminded herself that there were words to be had between herself and the Keeper, Attican, before she took her leave of them.

When Hrafn approached, she smiled at him the same as she had smiled at Curse. His charming demeanor and words left the old one chuckling to herself. This brute was smooth. The ladies around here would love him. Who would catch him though? She could imagine many matches. He would go well with Curse. His unimposing disposition would suit her and possibly heal some wounds in her heart. She could also see him partnered with Xani. Again, his unassuming personality may be just what the troubled female needed to finally be comfortable both with those around her and herself. Lastly, she could see Hrafn together with Resin. They both had strong leading personalities. If they were able to rule as equals rather than one leading and the other following, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

As Hrafn invited Curse to hunt, Pipaluk wandered off. With coughing fits in between, she made her way to where Attican slept. Plopping down in the snow before him, she lowered her head to rest upon her small paws. At some point he would wake and they would have the conversation he'd been waiting to have. Who knew when he would wake though. So, rather than waiting with her eyes open, she waited with them shut. The sound of the gently blowing wind calmed her to the point where she entered a trance like state.

Hrafn- Male Fighter-46 Summers

His dismissal made his nose wrinkle slightly. He hadn't felt that he'd done anything wrong, personally. Perhaps he'd struck a wrong note with the lady Alpha. An apology was in order, but for now he would leave her be. Having slept, he felt wide awake. Harsh, deep coughing caught his attention and he followed it.

Seated a ways from the rest of the pack were an old grey wolf and a younger dark female. Upon drawing closer, he realized that the old one was Pipaluk; the plucky old gal that had snuffled his fur so brazenly. Making his way across the white meadow, he sat close to the older wolf, giving her small frame some of his warmth. He had seen that she was the one coughing and was concerned that her stint in the river would do her in.

After shooting a winning smile to the black and white female, he turned his attention to the old one. "Hungry, Pipaluk?" He had heard her mention food. Not being tired, he thought that he might find her some. When the elder smiled and nodded, he bowed his head respectably and rose. Shooting a query to the younger wolf, he motioned towards the forest. "Would you care to hunt with me, lady?"

Raising his muzzle a bit, he tested the wind. Though the snow was falling, he could faintly make out the scent of reindeer nearby. Whether or not she joined him, he was going. At the thought of food, his stomach began to growl. Perhaps he could make one kill and feed the elder, then lead the packs hunters to the rest of the herd on the morrow. Glancing back to the female, he didn't wait for a reply. If she followed, she followed. If not, he would hunt alone as he had all these years.

((I tweaked this a bit. You may want to re read.))

[Soriams]

((Ah, that sounds fun! A bit of a shock might just be what Ahote needs.))

Ahote
Male | 46 | Fighter
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Keeping his silent vigil, Ahote breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Resin return. From his new vantage point, he had noticed that the large black male, Hrafan, had followed her, and he hoped it had been to assist her. Though all sorts of wild conspiracy theories ran through his head, in the end, all he could do was snort a quiet laugh at them. There was simply no way a sane wolf could be in league with the infected, as it was impossible to reason with them in the first place. Right?

The ridiculousness of it all made the former Alpha shake his head at his own foolishness. He had to find a way to reign in his out of control mind and at least get a few hours of sleep, or he would prove to be just shy of useless soon. Even a great wolf in his prime needed to sleep sometimes. Well, perhaps not quite his prime anymore. Though he had only gained experience in his travels, he wasn't getting any younger, that was for sure. He was a large wolf by any standards, but Hrfan was by far the largest male he had ever met, and though it had not surfaced in his mind earlier, Ahote now wondered just what Resin thought of having such a large brute nearby. Did he remind her of Ash? He too had been a large and powerful male, but his intentions were clear, as they were not with this newcomer. Besides which, why did it bother him so much? Such a wolf would be an asset, should be prove to be of a mind to support the pack with that strength. Yet, there was just something about him that set him on edge. Perhaps it was his easy smile and smooth words, or maybe the way he seemed to simply step right into the middle of the pack as though he had always belonged there, demanding a respect that he hadn't earned. Whatever it was, the fighter felt uneasy, and even more self-concious than he normally was with the black male around.

And so Ahote sat, his thoughts spiraling out of control. Before long, his silent vigil saw first Pippa then Curse leave the sphere of his protection, both heading in the same direction. Somewhere, his busy mind also noted that Xani nor Hrafan had returned. He hoped that meant that they were out keeping themselves busy on patrol, rather than having gotten themselves into some situation that might require rescuing. Eventually, his feet became cold where he sat, and with the snow beginning to collect on his back in a nice, reassuring blanket, he let himself lie down, tucking all four paws beneath him. Though his mind still raced, he finally allowed himself to fall into a pseudo sleep, his eyes closed and body still, but his thoughts invaded his dreams, and they overran everything else, tumbling through him in a sort of restless wave that offered nearly no rest at all.

Lani
Female | 57 | Hunter
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Snoozing for a bit, Lani awoke a few hours later, only to see that Vali still sat up next to her. Though he was dedicated to his assigned duties, he had none of the training of the fighters, and his head repeatedly dipped towards the snow as he tried to stay awake. The image was quite simply too amusing for Lani not to laugh, and after a few minutes of observation, she sat up, chortling to herself. "You look like a bobber-bird sitting on a rock," she said with a snort, and drew a furious glare from the serious hunter.

Grinning, Lani got up to her feet and stretched again, pleased with herself for drawing Vali's ire. "Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone to you duties, Mr. Serious Wolf," she said, knowing him all too well. With that, she got up and padded out into the pack, looking through the sleeping forms for someone else who might be awake enough to annoy. It seemed as though Ahote had finally fallen asleep atop the hill, and Resin had returned to sleep as well, leaving the gregarious hunter with slim pickings for potential victims.

Finally, she came to a stop next to Attican's sleeping form, the sight of which drew a small, crooked smile from Lani's muzzle. She would easily be the first to admit that she had a particular soft spot for the Keeper, and it had been a long time since she had had the chance to have a little alone time with him, what with all the running and terror and whatnot. Not that he hadn't become quite skilled in avoiding her, but she was just that persistent that she continually found new ways to impose herself on him. That being said, she wasn't above taking advantage of his unconscious form. Without a second thought, she curled up around him, dipping her white muzzle down to groom the back of his head. "There, see? Isn't this nice? Now just stay there a little while longer," she said, mumbling under her breath as she licked his fur smooth.

Wolf
Male | 20 | Straggler
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Awaking to the dim, filtered moonlight of an overcast night, Wolf drew himself slowly out of his makeshift den. Over the past few months he had painstakingly dug the snug cave out of the hard-packed snow and ice outside the reach of the forest, offering himself a sort of permeant home that few stragglers had the comfort of knowing. A few miles south of ScarPaw, he was completely unaware of their existence as he stepped out into the gently falling snow. Snow. Even that word held a strange sort of mystery for the grey and cream saddle-back wolf. When it fell from the sky or lay on the ground as a soft mass, the words for it bubbled up in his mind as snow. But when the sun warmed it and it turned to a hard crust, or the sheets that lumbered down the lazy river from the North, those were called ice. Yet at the same time, the liquid they floated on was called water. How could be that one thing had so many names? Why not simply call it soft and hard water? Or were they really not the same thing at all? Such thoughts kept him occupied while he gulped down some snow to satiate his thirst.

Wolf knew that it would soon be dawn, as he always seemed awake at this time as though his body sensed the hidden sun's approach. Not having the gift of contact form the ancestors to urge him southward like his dark-pelted counterparts, he had simply milled about in the same area for nearly a year and a half. Every so often he had made foraging trips up into the woods to the North, as well as scavenging from the half-eaten carcasses left by other predators. Possessing almost no hunting skills, he simply relied on what he could find laying about that nature provided him. His first day had taught him well enough that the needles of the trees were not to be eaten, but there were several other green things that were not half bad. Of course, meat always tasted the best when he could find it, but that in itself brought up another question. Why was an animal meat once it was dead, but something else entirely while it lived? Whatever the reason, he always took the time to scent the air and seek out that sort of meal before resorting to chewing on sticks.

Thus Wolf had built a lonely little life for himself, the king of a silent and empty fiefdom. Where he might ponder the thoughts in his head and the words they brought with them, undisturbed by others of his kind. Whatever kind that might be. Stretching out each leg in turn, the lanky, lean great wolf eventually set off in search of breakfast, only to come across a familiar herd of reindeer. Sitting down to watch them, he made no effort to hide his form as he approached. These animals had long since grown used to his strange presence, and not even the protective buck bothered to stamp his hooves in protest. Watching them as they pawed at the snow, tossing it aside to get to the lichen below, he couldn't help but wonder why their feet were so hard, and his so soft. Now, just the first light of a grey dawn had come, and he continued to watch as it seemed to intensify the falling snow with it. Almost as though the added light brought courage to the little flakes and encouraged them to leave their lofty home and join their fellows on the ground. "Perhaps the light brings out the best in all of us, eh?" he said to the grazing deer, who only rolled their eyes at him, seeming to comprehend his words no more than he understood the language of the wind as it blew.

[Resin]

((Ahem. I made this if anyone wants to check it out. Something different. இ Ѻur Ѻwn Ҟeepers இ
I already love Wolf, by the way. I need to see more of him. I'm curious as to whether or not he'll follow the pack if he sees them.))

[BlackJaguar]

Attican

73 - Brute - Keeper

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As the brute fell asleep, his mind delved into little fantasies of its own. Not much of it made much sense, more or less it being little tidbits of things from real life mixed in with his own little concoctions to create a dazed world in his head. It was blissfully calm for once, the Keeper left unaware of his surroundings as the snow lightly began to collect over his figure.

Time passed, Attican not moving so much as an inch. Slowly his body recharged, the desperate need for sleep getting fulfilled. Little to his knowledge though he was being watched, and had been for some time. Silently the widowed wolfess named Lani crept over to the sleeping male, eyes locked onto his features as she pressed her way next to him. Subconsciously Attican's frame accepted the sudden body warmly, shifting slightly so that his side was pressing into hers as well. When she began to lick him he mumbled deeply, almost like an unconscious purr.

It had been long since the Keeper had had a type of contact like this with another wolf. Yes he had many-a-time curled around other members of the Pack during rest - including Resin, Pipaluk, and even Ahote alike - but in his subconscious state this was different. The way Lani had approached him, and specifically began to groom him near his eyes and ears... it was exactly how his mate used to do it.

The satisfied grumbling continued, his tail now thumping a few times pointlessly in the snow. His neck stretched out, almost as if asking for different parts of him to be licked. Attican's eyes fluttered blearily, not staying open enough to see anything. More than anything he was still very much asleep, his subconscious rising just enough for him to move. "Annu?" He asked sleepily, poking his nose around for his mate. He found her form behind him, causing a drunken looking smile to pull across his face. The brute rolled over onto his back, clumsily twisting himself until he had achieved flipping over to his other side. His mass wrapped around the female's frame, tail wrapping around her back legs for warmth as he always did for her.

"Mmm.." He mumbled sleepily. "I love you my Annu." Attican tucked himself so that his head was buried deep into her chest, prime spot to take in her earthy scent... except.. it was a little bit off. His brow furrowed with eyes still closed, sniffing again to see if the smell had changed and he had just gotten a strange smell the first time. No, still the same. The brutes tired mind was now very confused. "I- what did you get into?" For the first time Attican was pulled out of his slumber enough to truly peel back an eyelid to look around. "You do not smell-"

The Keeper's blood just about ran cold, any remnant of sleepiness vanishing into thin air. Recollection flooded back to him in a single moment, reminding him of where he was and his surroundings. He skittered backwards, legs shuffling in the snow to both make distance and stand up. His face flushed as he pulled up to his feet. "I, I- I am so sorry," he stammered, ears hot with deep embarrassment. "I- Well I thought..." He looked around in the now disturbed snow, trying to find the words to say. Nothing he came up with seemed good enough. "Lani, I didn't mean to. I wasn't aware."

He bit his lower lip, finding it hard to look up to the female in the face. Her sudden forwardness had caught him offguard and to be honest, for once the Keeper was lost for words. He turned his head to the right to think for a moment, but only did the sight before him make his stomach drop even more -The figure of the resting Pipaluk not two feet away. Assuredly the Eldest had witnessed the entire thing, only adding to the brute's lost cause. He looked at her with a distraught expression, almost as if he was a pup looking for help from a "grown up."

[Resin]

((Imagining Attican's surprise had me cracking up. It was also a bit sad; The disappointment of realizing that Annu wasn't really there. ): ))

Pipaluk- Elder Female- 97 Summers

As she waited, sleep claimed her quickly. Soon she was snoring away. Not even the random bouts of coughing woke her. Snippets of slightly fevered dreams filled her mind. More than once she opened her eyes, yet she still believed herself to be dreaming. Sickness took the old quickly and Pipaluk would be no exception. In her dreams, she spoke to Nanuq. As his invisible form sat next to her, he tried to answer, but her words were garbled and made little sense.

The elders internal clock kicked in and she woke. The sun was about to rise. Cracking her sleepy old eyes, she could just see the sky turning a dingy grey towards the horizon. The snow continued, but it was softer now; just a few flurries scattered about as if the clouds had finally wrung themselves dry. Sounds from nearby drew her attention and her eyes widened at the sight of the unusually flustered Attican.

In truth, she hadn't witnessed the whole event. She hadn't even witnessed a portion of it. She could, however, figure out why he looked this way. The white female, Lani, lay smiling happily and amused close to him. The scuffling tracks in the snow looked as if they'd been laying together, then he'd run away. His pleading look touched her heart and she smirked and rolled her eyes. Turning her attention to Lani, she spoke. "I'm going to have to take this young one off of your paws for a short while. I'll return him to your care when I'm finished."

Rising, she shook the snow from her ancient body and wobbled off to find some privacy. Looking over her shoulder, she called after the Keeper. "Come now, pup. Don't keep an old lady waiting." Moving a sensible distance away, she seated herself in the middle of the clearing. No one would be able to hear them speak and no one would be able to sneak up on them either.

As she waited for him to follow, her bony form was wracked with coughs once more. A large portion of phlegm was released into her maw and she wrinkled her nose before taking a mouthful of snow in order to get the nasty taste out. The snow melted and dripped from her mostly toothless mouth, taking with it the sickly green phlegm. Before Attican arrived, she did her best to scoop snow over the mess.

"Now, young Keeper, it would be a good time to ask me those questions that I know you have bouncing around in your head." If anything, Pipaluk was blunt. Right to the point, she was. No sense in prancing around that which needed to be said. Her breath wheezed and bubbled as she waited. Pipa stared at him, age making her old eyes much lighter than they had been when she was in her prime; the look both full of wisdom and simultaneously unsettling.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

Xani
- Female - 21 - Fighter -

Xani watched the shape of the other wolf, noting the sudden change in breathing and surprised noise as she woke. She stepped back from the den, standing tall and keeping a watchful eye on the other fae as she slowly emerged from her makeshift den. As the growl from the other wolf reached her ears, Xani's eyes narrowed and a light growl escaped her as well.

As the other wolf mentioned food, Xani simply huffed. "I am not here to take your food. I am here as a fighter for the ScarPaw pack. Your scent drew me to you. Because of our recent... encounters with some diseased wolves, it was my duty to make sure that you were not infected, and thus a danger to my pack." At first glance, she seemed to be totally fine. She smelled fine and wasn't gnawing on herself.

"If you have recently been bitten, tell me. If not, you are welcome to join my pack for the journey south. My alpha will surely approve." She nodded slightly as she relaxed her stance. Seeming like a threat might scare her off.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

((Oh dear, this should be interesting, and I was so out of it sick last night, this never posted, sorry! LOL.

Curse
{{Fae||Fighter||36||W/Pippa and Hfran||
She listened silently to the elders words, her worry not eased, but the she began talking about her name, Curse a name she'd taken when her own mate had killed her pack, killed her children, a name she felt she rightly deserved. Could she willingly go back to a name that her father had graced her with on her seventh day of life. Isis she thought, I have not been Isis in so long could I even become so again. She blinked slowly this was a heavy thought in her mind, she almost missed what the old Fae said next. She twisted her ears about, wondering what she could mean by a surprise, She was about to ask when Pippa changed strides and started talking about being Hungry. She blinked trying to change gears to keep up with the female. I think we will most likely hunt in the morning, She said softly when Hfran joined them speaking of hunting and then offering to let her come with.

She took a deep breath and shook some of the gathered snow from her coat, and padded after the male silently. Her mind though is going a million miles a minutes as they slowly stalked towards a small herd of Reindeer. She licked her chops as she'd not realized how hungry she'd gotten, sense their last meal of ox.

Mirage
{{Brute||Omega||10|| sleeping with the pups|}}

Kuolema
{{Brute||Loner/fighter||14||resting

[Deadly Nightshade]

-Please ignore ^^;-

[Khaleesi Stormborn]

~~..: Azaria::.5 years.::Pup/hunter in training.::w/Mirage:..~~
After hours of troubled and unrestful sleep, the pup slowly wakes up, her eyes feel heavy and full of sleep, her heart though feels heavier then it had the night before. She slowly regained her feet, and moved away from the sleeping male Mirage, who had saved her life when her mother had died. Why had no one saved her kind, gentle and wonderful mother. She padded slowly through the others who were still asleep, unseeing uncaring. How could she bring herself to care anymore, She finally made it to the edge of the pack, wading through the chest deep snow, she crawled up a small hill and slumped down.

She took a deep breath and looked up at the dimly lit sky, wondering if like Mirage said, if her mother was truley up there, watching over her. She sniffled watching the clouds as they shifted above her, the wind tugging at her russet colored fur. "I'm sorry momma, I'm sorry," She whimpered.


~~..:Lokia.::45 Years.::Loner.:: alone:..~~

The elder wolf finished up her light breakfast and stood up, stretching herself out, listening as old bones cracked and popped along her spine. She sighed and shook herself out, and padded along, breaking a trail through the snow, she paused blinking at the shadowy shape in front of her, tilting her head she gazed upon the form of one of her long sense dead family members. I know you are not really there, She commented. I may not have all of my faculties, but I know you are not there," She shook her head and shook herself hard feeling other things pop and crackle. She chuckled at the sound of her old joints and then continued on her path, humming to herself as she went, her thin frame barley breaking through the snow.

[BlackJaguar]

{{Annu is still a slight sore spot for Attican, for the most part he's just pushed it out of his mind. But I did have fun with his embarrassment, heh, he has no clue as to what to do.. haha poor guy.}}

Pilot

32 - Fae - Straggler

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Back at the Pack, Vali had stayed up the rest of the night to cover for Xani's return. Despite Lani's little jabs at him for humor he still took his spot seriously, his eyes watching over the sleeping figures of his group. He sat indeed like a statue, keeping a silent vigil. His tongue stuck out at her once just before she made her leave for Attican though, frustrated by her taunts. Overall he thought was doing a good job, besides, he was doing all that he could.

Over to the small forest though, the fae known as Pilot eyeballed the other female warily, noting every shift in movement she made. As she spoke, Xani's features began to slowly relax, and in turn so did Pilot's. Still however she kept herself alert for any sudden changes, she couldn't afford to be foolish in case the situation suddenly changed.

"No," She answered definitively, "I have not been bit. I have not been around another wolf in ages." A slow exhale left her mouth as the other offer mentally rolled around her head. Join a pack? The thought was almost overwhelming. For one, it still could be a big ploy to get Pilot to come, only to sabotage the fae later when she got in close enough distance. Yet at the same time she found no justifiable reason for them to do so. After all, she was just one singular wolf. But still the offer was tempting. A pack. She'd never truly been in one.

Pilot's shoulders relaxed more, something about the female and her straightforward conversation making her feel more comfortable. No sidestepping or twisted remarks. It was something that Pilot always admired and did much herself. The snow seemed to cease falling at this point, the air around the two as silent as could be. It offered no help in her deliberation, only the sounds in her head to delegate her choices. Finally she came to a decision.

"I will - come with you." Her words were precise and clear. She would wait to see if she would truly join, but to turn down something like this seemed ludicrous. A small paw took a step forwards, further indicating her intentions to follow Xani when she moved. "Where do you go exactly?" She asked, meaning what was the eventual goal of the moving group. For Pilot it had always been a goal to follow the herds, to find out where they were going. It was no secret that they were leaving the land they used to dwell, and for her she could only justify following them to continue her survival. That was her eventual destination.

The blonde wolf shook her pelt out, spraying a small radius of half melted snow and ice off of her to the glittered ground. The sun was breaking its way over the horizon and through the trees now, little snippets of golden light spattering randomly through the boughs and onto the two.

Attican

73 - Brute - Keeper

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Attican eyes darted back and forth between the two wolves in front of him. How had it all gone downhill so fast?? One second he was blissfully sleeping, and now, this. He was visibly uncomfortable in his position at the moment, lightly squirming on his haunches as he sat there. Not to mention that the brute was lightly distraught as well by the sudden flood of memories. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself to think like that, even though his subconscious had been the one to take control. Annu was gone and had been for some time..

When Pipa asked Lani for his leave he all but jumped up to his feet, nodding his head hastily to the white female. "Sorry so sorry, I'll be back.." he mumbled, words slurring out so fast that it was almost like one continuous breath. His legs jumps forward, hurriedly following after the receding Eldest. What she wanted to speak about he didn't know, but for now he'd take any excuse to delay the current situation.

His head buzzed with thoughts, causing him to slow down slightly over time as he followed.

"Come now, pup. Don't keep an old lady waiting."

Eep, he sped back up, lobbing himself to a trot. After some walking Pipa had appeared to find herself a spot in the clearing adequate enough to her liking to stop. Attican caught up with her quickly, her having just covered over her mess. He noticed a small patch of disturbed snow on the ground as he arrived, but mentioned nothing about it. He was just about to say 'thank you' and perhaps explain himself when the old wolfess spoke again.

"Now, young Keeper, it would be a good time to ask me those questions that I know you have bouncing around in your head."

Oh. To be honest it took the brute by surprise. He had been expecting some sort of lecture on the happening or some important news that the rest of the Pack should not yet overhear. Yes he had questions in his head for the Elder, but he had not found adequate time to deliver them. Once again his role felt reversed (something that appeared to be happening rather often these days), and he was put on the spot to think his mind. "I- well.. give me a moment please."

Ah, there was so much to be asked. Questions sorted like big file cabinets as the two sat together, the only sound to be heard being the gentle wheezing of Pipaluk's breath. He looked up to the sky for a moment, patches of blue making its way out through the white clouds as the sun rose continually higher. There were so many questions, but where to begin with it. Finally he came to a point and looked at her.

"You see things that no one else does." He started off, making statement instead of question. "You know things that no one has rational ways of actually knowing, sometimes well before it even happens." He sneezed suddenly, an errant snowflake entering his left nostril. He pawed his face for a second to get the tingling out, eyes now locked onto the Eldest's unnaturally bright ones. "How?"

A flash went through his head, back to the night that Ash had died. Back to the moments he had in his own head - the overwhelming buzzing that literally overtook his mind and sight, the given pictures of something he had no rational ability of seeing. He had not physically been there, so then how had he have seen it?

Attican sat still, eyes nearly begging for insight from the old female. "How do you do it?"