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indentationNothing much seemed to escape Nisha's eye. At Carlisle's apparent interest in her feminine figure, the lupa coughed almost imperceptibly. It wasn't a rare occurrence for any of the males to pay attention to females of her age, but it did make her feel appreciated, having garnered so many of these reactions in her previous pack. But this coming from Carlisle... It amused her the slightest. She still recalled the first time she entered the pack as an adolescent, internally scorning the more playful and childish wolves around her, and then letting guilt eat her alive now that some of these wolves were gone. Carlisle was always the wise and mature one and did not strike her as the type to pine over females, but then again he was still a male, and there could be no disguising that. Blinking as if she had seen absolutely nothing, she turned her head away slightly in a clear show of shyness that was merely practiced. With her many talents, painting on emotions was one of them she honed from a tender age. Emotions were a dangerous thing that could be turned against you in an instant. Nisha of everyone truly understood that.

indentationYou think too much. Her neck fur rose just the slightest, but then fell again when she realised Carlisle had not meant any offense. Think too much? Nisha repeated mentally almost indignantly. How could she not have any profound thoughts, after what struck their pack the last winter? They should have been reflecting, been improving, been adapting. There should have been no such thing as "thinking too much" any longer. Then Carlisle said something, and even in spite of her dysphoria Nisha had to chuff in open amusement. "Thank you," she chose to respond graciously. "Though I am certain I was never an ankle biter." That was the hard truth. Nisha had never been a playful child. There was always herbs to memorise, hunting and combat techniques to drill, fellow pups to discipline. Play had never changed the world, and certainly had not stopped the winter from ravaging their pack.

indentationThe two set off at a slow trot, and Nisha flicked her ears, absorbing the scents of the forest around them. Carlisle pulled ahead to mark their borders and she took the initiative to track down any potential prey scents, or threats along their territory. She dipped her head downwards and her ears erect for any passing sounds. She heard the soothing hum of the meandering river, the breathy rustle of leaves in the warm morning breeze, the coo of a quail flitting past too high for her to catch. The svelte wolf inhaled deeply, her muzzle pointed down at the rich, slightly moist earth. It was going to rain soon, she decided. There was that familiar rain-smell in the air that always heralded a small drizzle. Prey would be going into shade as well, all but the creatures like otters who preferred to frolic in the waters. Vaguely, she heard Carlisle start to commentate about the various prey they could catch in this part of the forest. Rodents, elk, hares. Nisha loved hares. She loved the thrill of a challenge, surging through the undergrowth in hot pursuit. With a body like hers, she was born to chase hares. There could be no one more fitting.

indentationIt had grown quiet. Carlisle had ceased to speak. A stir of uneasiness in her belly and before she could raise a questioning eye at her superior he beat her to words. The Warrior let out a sigh. It was indiscernible from the breeze. Nothing worth more than the lightest feather. It couldn't shake the trees or the earth's core, but to Nisha it weighed more than any mountain. There was frustration and bitterness in that single breath that told so much more than it seemed. Ironically, she hated wolves who sighed. Sighing meant acceptance. Resignation. Weakness of will. Complaint. But right now there was a hardly more appropriate action than to sigh, and show Carlisle she really was tired of this question. "Is there anything on our minds now apart from the last winter?" she asked, her voice coming out more forceful than she had intended. Lowering her tail, she pressed on, "There is nothing more horrible than the loss of a packmate, a family member. To lose so many is almost unbearable. We should be doing something more. Thinking, perhaps, of how better we could survive the next. If we could dig our dens in a different location. I loathe not securing our fate." Nisha wasn't willing to reveal too much to Carlisle, yet. There was only this much of her musings that she wanted to share. Such an enigma, Nisha was.

[cheshire.]

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[gender: male] . [age: six] . [rank: lead warrior] . [tagged: nisha] . [mentions: -]

It was as if chiding her for thinking too much made her think all the more. Carlisle supposed you couldn't change the disposition of a wolf in a day, especially a female one. He grunted in observation at her inner turmoil though she seemed to notice him watching and quickly composed herself. So guarded. Shortly after she assured him she had not been an ankle biter and he shot her a wry smile. "At one point we were all the size of a hawk's meal, rambunctious or not." He agreed that she was never the most outgoing but in truth, neither had Carlisle. He had been in a good litter of all healthy pups, born with natural curiosity. Yet he had not been too head strong nor ambitious. Even now he did not provoke a second glance, the scenario only ever happening because he was a velvet hue. Otherwise he was content as a subordinate. Well, a subordinate to Timber. He would not turn stomach to just anyone.

As they moved onwards into the brush, Carlisle made sure to keep up with his duties and leave his scent where it belonged. There was little for Nisha to do other than provide company until they found something more enticing. The Winter was hard on their bodies and prey like deer or hare would be too fast and too healthy unless at some physical disadvantage like illness. He could see Nisha was attentive to things around her and things said, totally absorbed with thoughts. Her build was made to be fast and work fast, as was her mind. He wondered if she would be better a hunter than a warrior and it occurred to him that he should speak to Timber about this. He had a feeling Nisha would not like him doing this without alerting her so figured he should bring it up later. They needed more hunters now that prey was returning and enemies were thin. When they finally stopped and he spoke to her, he could see the - almost - irritable look she gained. While her words were not false they left a citric taste on his tongue and his tail raised ever so slightly.

"Thinking, again. Thinking is good and it is necessary in a pack but constant contemplation will leave you in the past," in the forefront of his mind flashed an image of his deceased mate, frost bitten and still in the snow. His gut steeled with resolution. "You think our brethren would like us to look so hard behind us that we do not see forward? I understand your frustration, Nisha, but your talk borders unreasonable. These decisions are up to Timber and Jaime. If they require our input they will ask upon it. For now we cannot be impatient as it is not our place to be," his voice dropped yet the grit in his words did not fade, "We did not bring this fate upon ourselves. We could not have foreseen the cold nor can we anticipate where it will be next. Would you like to mobilise an entire pack, abandon our home of ancestry, just to land in a new spot where the cold will strike again? It takes a great deal of work to choose a new campsite, work that means warriors will have to travel for days in search of somewhere suitable. We don't have the strength," Carlisle looked away from her, towards a familiar animal path, "yet. We don't have the strength yet."

Tired from his words he dropped his muscles from their dominant hold and side eyed Nisha. "We cannot secure anything but we can do our best to remain united in the face of uncertainty. Wars were not won in a day. We will hunt today, eat tomorrow, train the next and so on until we can complete your ambitions and prosper in new lands or amongst new friends." Perhaps he had said too much? Carlisle cared little. He was a lead warrior, it was his job to show his warriors reason and the way their position worked. Nisha showed great intelligence but she was haunted by the pain of the Winter. He only wanted to see her surge past such horror. With wisdom and age she would be a fine she-wolf with many successes behind her, at least that's what Carlisle saw. For now though, training would continue. And as if to signal their attention away a crow cawed above them. Crows were friends of wolves, they signalled carcasses or danger. Perking his ears he looked at her again, "The bird calls. Would you like to follow with me or return to camp, I do not wish to bore you."

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[gender: male] . [age: five] . [rank: omega] . [tagged: elya] . [mentions: -]

Teetering behind the she-wolf, Ender noticed her sighs and sauntering. A curious part of him wondered what troubled her but the more selfish part of him couldn't be bothered asking. His mouth was stuffed with strange smelling plants anyway. Once they went near her den the smell of organics continued and he wondered how the heck anyone could tolerate such a stench. He noticed that most females liked the smell of herbs but males tended to shy away. While trying to stomach the smell he attempted to recall what he knew of the other wolf. Surprisingly he knew very little. All the healers were bland and more or less the same to him. All uptight and easily offended. Ender knew there was more to them but he had never really interacted enough to understand them each as an individual.

She welcomed him in and he took a paw inside before he heard her trail off in defeated disdain. "You should bite them, then," he suggested, herbs dropping from his mouth as he spoke. "Anyone who doesn't respect your space deserves a snap." He was going to continue on how much he disliked people in his space before his nose caught a whiff of flesh amongst the greenery. Instantly his glands produced drool and his tail raised in a hopeful wag. When she turned and placed the creatures at his paws Ender could have easily forgotten all his disdain for wolves in that moment. He nodded at her suggestion to trade and handed her the plants in his mouth. One had left a stinging sensation on his tongue but he didn't take much notice. Instead he snapped up the bird without even a word of thanks. He heard a delicious crackle of bones before his belly dropped to the ground and he pinned the bird between his paws. Working away on ripping feathers out he expertly dug his nose and teeth in until he tasted meat.

Pretty soon Ender had eaten that and a mice, bones and all. His tail thumped a couple times and now with his hunger a little satiated he remembered his manners. "Elya, thank you, I am in your debt," he spoke. For the first time that morning Ender held no animosity in his voice nor submission. His vocals were a warm and intelligent tone with clear pronunciation and obvious articulation. Her light humour and perky smile enticed the better side of him out. He felt the need to offer her some of the food but the wolf had literally been starving and couldn't bring himself to share. Instinct caused him to growl if anything should come near the treats. By tradition he was to always eat last yet here he was being offered food. The smell was so rich and the meat so thick with nutrients that Ender was in a state of euphoria.

He squirmed closer inside her den to make himself comfortable, leaning against a wall. Unfortunately he leaned a little too much and some plants landed on his head and back. Ender yipped, "Sorry," he gurgled, torn between cleaning up or continuing eating. In the end he let his common sense control him and paused his meal to quickly place everything back. When done and back to his food, he looked to the she-wolf, "Perhaps you are not so thick skulled as I thought," he observed though there was slight jest in his voice. He ate at a leisurely pace, allowing himself to make a little conversation.

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[gender: female] . [age: four] . [rank: hunter] . [tagged: timber, jaime] . [mentions: silent, iona, owl]

Timber seemed to visibly brighten before her and the lifted spirits of the alpha allowed Marlowe to relax a little more too. The whole pack fed off Timber's emotions and while she understood his grief she also knew the importance of an alpha with a strong image. If rival packs saw any sort of weakness, they would exploit it. Watching him contently she believed he would soon recover and lead the pack into further success to make up for the loss of the Winter. Or so she hoped. She knew Iona was a little more pessimistic and her litter mate had questioned much of the pack's leadership before. Shaking her head of provoking thoughts, she was knocked out of her head by Timber talking to her. For a moment she looked at where he had gotten this information but sure enough she saw the flash of her ashen sable sister. Pride swelled for Marlowe, pleased to see that her sister was effective at her job. She wanted to pursue Timber but she believed three was a bit of a crowd. Not to mention she had heard Owl being gestured in that direction.

Disappointed that Timber had dismissed her so, Marlowe stayed leaned on her hind legs, "I will remain," she informed. She did not wish to be inside the tension of an alpha and a lone wolf. Things could always get messy and Marlowe was not an advocate of violence. Instead she would pursue work elsewhere and where better than Jaime. He was a formidable beta and while Marlowe respected him as a superior, she knew of his reputation as a womaniser. Seeing him idle in camp made her straighten herself and lope over his way. "Slacking off and it's only morning, Jaime," she cooed playfully. Marlowe paused just outside his reach, again aware of his strength and his personality. Cocky was an understatement as to how Jaime may act. Though sarcastic and a little confronting, he was a noble animal and that was his saving grace.

Determined to ignore any charm that radiated off him she nodded her head towards the forest edge. "Timber and Iona have come across a dispersal female. She doesn't seem aggressive or Iona would have already engaged but I thought you should know in case there is trouble," Jaime was a protector of the pack with little care whom his fangs sunk into. He reminded her of Carlisle, both unafraid to shed blood. She normally wouldn't recommend any action or added defence but with her own sister there, she wanted to make sure safety was ensured. Timber was diplomatic more than confrontational. "If not, there's always other ways you can make yourself useful."

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[gender: female] . [age: four] . [rank: warrior] . [tagged: silent, timber] . [mentions: -]

Always keeping an eye out for a change in temperament, Iona saw that Silent was mixed between suspicion or the natural call of socialising that rested in all wolves. It made Iona slack her shoulders a little more to encourage play and peaceful gestures. Her previous growl had definitely unnerved Silent and Iona wished to avoid that. A fight was to be avoided at all costs as a single wolf against another often ended badly. Finally the other showed responsive movements, a smile first, a calm stance and Iona believed she was going to have a game of tag or play fight. The winter had been so dreary that even the older wolves were desperate for interaction. Another wag of her tail and she was about to commence the fun when Silent's expression completely changed and she retreated back. Iona quickly took note of the body gestures and her body skittered in fear away from whatever had made Silent react as such.

To her surprise Timber materialised behind her and she gave a sheepish yip. Tail tucked submissively she moved to Timbers side dutifully. There was reluctance in her step as she left Silent to face the stare of Timber alone. The male looked and smelled like a leader with an intimidating position. Iona pitied the loner for having to confront the big wolf though she held her tongue and waited by the alpha for instruction. Past introduction, Silent seemed to have a reaction to Timber's name and Iona perked her ears in curiosity. Once again Silent expressed confusion and a lack of memory. It was truly intriguing how the she-wolf didn't seem to recall much of who she was. When Silent stood to her full height before Iona, she was first surprised that the she-wolf had the audacity to challenge Timber's dominance like that but secondly she finally saw the familiarity.

"Timber," she muttered under her breath, "She looks similar to Fang, no? Look at her movement." As she said it, she could finally make sense of the smell that seemed to recognisable as well as the similar body shape. Perhaps this was a distant relative of the alpha's advisor. Over her shoulder she saw that Marlowe had not followed and her ears flickered. Instead her sister had gone out of sight, presumably to talk to another. Marlowe was more accepting of Timber than Iona was. Iona had a strained relationship with the alpha due to her lack of trust in him. She would follow him nonetheless as she had grown up in this pack but she did not tolerate him as well as Marlowe. Instead she wanted to move to Silent and comfort the she-wolf. She could not guarantee her safety but she could at least tell Silent that this pack's way was not laden with violence. "What do you plan on doing," she asked the male.

[Todd.]

K O T O R I ▲ W A N A G E E S K A

♂| Kot | 2y | Omega| Crush: - | Status: Sick | With: Elya, Ender
“What is dead may never die,
But raises again, harder and stronger.

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There were more reasons than he’d like to admit as to why he was cast aside within the pack. One could easily say he was small, possibly weak and had too much dog on him to be able to help. Some could even consider his strategic methods weren’t good enough, but in reality Kotori knew that dislike of the clan towards him was over obvious boundaries. The young male, barely an adult and still moons away from the said age, knew the reason of his rank as much as he refused to believe it. He was a bad omen and was fully aware of that.

Something along his history and looks, their religious beliefs went over logic. They believed on the holly packs more than rationality and nature, Kot – however – knew it better. He knew he wasn’t a pup who raised from the dead, despite his purely white and colourless pelt, summed with a pair of reddish coloured eyes. ‘A raging spirit’, with blood thirst eyes who was the end of his own little family. He was the sign of death as much as the previous winter and, deep inside, it would be no surprise for him if they blamed the death struck season on his phantasmagorical features, after all his mother and siblings were so stronger than he would ever be and he was the only one who thrived.

Fending for himself, pushing through adversities and being alive when many had perished and not having the ability to face sun gave him the appearance of pestilence itself. No wonder the albino male tried to spend most of his time outside, away form the pack and on his eternal search for corpses that were not rotten enough so he could eat. Good thing the winter had been harsh not only on them, but on prey as well and melting of snow revealed carcasses that could still be edible despite their stink and greenish hue. Either way, it was better to feel your stomach upset when it was full, than empty.

He allowed his muddy paws to take him slowly back to camp, avoiding clearings or any places that the sun would make more of an appearance on that early morning. A soft, pained, whine escaped his throat as he reached the pack’s main camp, wincing at the lights that reached his colourless retina, giving him a slight burning sensation. He lowed his head, tail tucked between his legs, giving him a smaller appearance than he already was, underfed and malnourished as he was. Soft pink pads took him over to a shadowed spot that would keep him out of anywolf’s way. There was the place where he promptly allowed himself to lay down, to spend the day with his aching stomach and possible intoxication signs from eating a prey that was probably months old.

Did he care? Not at all. He guessed the worst that could happen was – obviously other than death – that he would vomit the semi digested mix of hide, cartilages, bones and meat properly said. Either way, he wasn’t consuming the food the so called ‘pack ‘ would be, meaning that no ‘capable’ hunters or warriors would starve because an omega was consuming their food. He fixed his position, pressing stomach against the cool floor as he began to lick the mud off his paws, finding some comfort within the earthy taste it held.

“Well, just another day in paradise…” He imagined, rather sarcastically.

Fighting against the churning inside him, as the contents within his stomach seemed twist and turn intensively. He clenched his teeth and, after only a few moments of resting within the shade, he found himself shakily pushing his body into a standing position. He tried pushing the nausea aside as he made his way towards the healer’s den, ears flattened against his skull and body held generally lowed than usual on an overall miserable stance. He stopped by the den’s opening, frowning a little as he peeked inside, trying to figure who those two shapes belonged too. Their smell, however, gave things away faster than their appearance.

- I’m… - He trailed off though, unsure of how to exactly place his words, ‘I’m not feeling well because I ate trash, could you spare a few herbs?’ Was his obvious choice, and yet admitting he willingly ate rotten food wasn’t something within the boundaries of his pride, aside from pointing obvious stupidity from the younger male. Instead, then, he just shot Elya an almost pleading look, blinking more than it was considered normal because of the sun light. He definitively wasn’t a creature made for daylight.



OOC;; Ahhh sorry for intruding xP

[⠀vega]

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xxxxxxxIntimacy. The expression left the lupa in an unhinged chain of emotions. The time today spent between the two of them, was the most she had spent with any individual. Conscious that is, but she didn't necessarily consider the ailing as wolves until they were back on their own paws and not senseless at her paws covered in sickly herbs and spices. Although communication was vital in her job, it didn't mean that she was an expert on 'speaking': with thoughts and emotion that is. What would her mother think? Assumingly spitting at her from where ever she retired to. In her prime she would hold her rank higher than anywolf previously, teasing ranks higher or lower. A force to be reckoned, or to rather comply with. Some, if dared to say, would comment on how much more she was respected then even the betas that walked her soil. Particularly fond, the alpha kept her close and personal. But Elya - parched of her tongue to de-ranked, starved, exile...'Feeling her ears droop along the vertebrae on her neck, she gawked at her paws. Speech' never became pleasurable after that. It seemed as though every other lupin had learnt this strange language, speaking it with confidence and articulate. 'Speech' never became a pleasurable pass time after that.

Perhaps Ender was the very someone to confide in? An unassociated thought altogether, but it wasn't going to kill her to try. Right? Halting her deep track of thoughts, the sight of the omega's drool and wagging tail surged a hue of merriment in her expression.It was clear that dissecting wasn't his favourable skill but she guessed he was digesting 'the lot' anyway. She released the herbs into each hole, turning to face the bloody mess that was once her clean den. A light hum erupted from her - "Don't get your self caught up in debts." Pausing she watched the last few bones of the blue tit disappear into the barbed jaws of Ender. "Just think of it as a token of gratitude for letting me escape from the gossip with Owl..." She too started to lower her guard pulling her forelegs under her, but she would never permit her self to lower her head. The shortness of breath became apparent as she stopped her procrastination, "I'd rather be thick-skulled then where I am now.." Motion stopped her from admitting her mental side. Frustration entwined with anxiety, flowed as she was faced with a second omega. Kotori.

The wolf had seen better days. His fur was thin and clung to his frame like a windbreaker in a gale. Even from several yards away, Elya could count his ribs. His movements were faltering as if each step pained him and his head was sunk low to the ground. Those hazel eyes that should be scanning for danger or opportunities to eat never rose from the baked summer mud. There was something off-putting about his scent. It was stale and pungent. Being a healer she had smelt quite a few things but this was something different - rotten - unhealthy. "What does he want?" She huffed alerting Ender whos back was turned to the male. Hastily she pushed he self further into the den, only stopping as the essence of disease filled the atmosphere. Elya had formed a six-sense for these things, peeling her eyes from Ender she antipathically turned to face Kotori. The male bombarded the soothing den, leaving a stagnant aura. Maybe it was fate telling her not to confide? She considered taking Enders advice. Should she nip him? It was her space after all. Then again she thought about if a wolf really needed her and she snapped, then what would happen to it. So finally she decided against the idea despite how appealing it was. If she was in another rank maybe but healers are almost an exception to the rules. Nevertheless, the entreaty in his eyes orated a different side of her. Giving one last glance at Ender she began her duties. "Yes?," She pulled a few blades of grass under her paw before sitting up straighter. "I do hope it is of importance." Although Elya new little Of Kotori she stereotyped his age and actions together making him an attention seeking type to her.

female. sun valley pack . healer . form . mentions; owl . tags; ever . woods ➸ herb den . bound to _____ . flirts with _____.

[cheshire.]

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[gender: male] . [age: five] . [rank: omega] . [tagged: elya, kotori] . [mentions: -]

Ender had been around many wolves in his lifetime. Having always lived in a pack, he had seen animals come and go. The wolf had never appreciated crowds like an alpha or a female in heat might. Those two archetypes lapped up attention. Ender, on the other hand, didn't. He was a born omega, the smallest of an already small litter. He had learned quick to keep his head low, his guards up and his pace fast. Not to be seen in areas forbidden or amongst wolves where he was unwanted. This sort of conditioning is what left him perplexed towards Elya's efforts to keep him close. She seemed interested in him, wanting him to stay with her. Ender was unsure why but she held words on the tip of her tongue and he was inclined to listen. When she mentioned escaping Owl, he gave a huff of a laugh. "I agree, she can be a bit of a know-it-all," he chuckled. Now that he had eaten his fill, Ender was more willing to listen and be hospitable. HIs stomach was satisfied and the taste of flesh lay comfortably on his tongue.

Her secondary responses caused him to cock his head. What an usual thing to say. He would have asked further but she seemed to retreat into herself. Ender had met many wolves like Elya, those with a mental state that plagued them. He had once been the same but had formed a resilience against his own insecurities. As if to accompany his thoughts, the smell of plague wafted through. Elya demanded what 'he' wanted and Ender threw his head back to look over his shoulder. Kotori. The canine was melting in the sweltering heat of a warm morning and Ender could practically hear his rank-mate's skin sizzling. The white burned Ender's eyes and he gave a snort of amusement, "Snowball, don't you just smell like flowers and all things good?" he jeered. Kotori was the only one in which Ender could confide his true personality in. His sarcasm was all in good jest. Kotori might just be Ender's only 'friend'. They both suffered the hardship of a low rank.

Scooting to the side he thumped his tail, "Get out of the sun before you turn to ash." Looking to Elya he gave her a soft whine, trying to comfort her subtly. "What is more important than visiting our favourite herbalist, hm?" he joked, complimenting her at the same time. The other healers weren't very sympathetic towards omegas. Now the den was a little more full than it might usually be but neither of the wolves were the aggressive types so he didn't feel too overwhelmed.

[Todd.]

K O T O R I ▲ W A N A G E E S K A

♂| Kot | 2y | Omega| Crush: - | Status: Sick | With: Elya, Ender
“What is dead may never die,
But raises again, harder and stronger.

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The albino male knew he wasn’t exactly welcome within the den and, in all honesty, he would have avoided heading there if he possibly could. To be honest, he usually could handle his constant stomach pains with a couple mouthfuls of grass or anything green and possibly edible, the thing is that eating anything along those lines meant he’d vomit whatever he had ingested and – after the rough winter – puking food, even if rotten, wasn’t a luxury he could have. It was on moments like this where he found himself desiring for the snow to be back… at least then the prey he scavenged on were still frozen and the discomfort was mostly on having to chew pieces of ice along frozen muscles and hide.

The first answer that came into his mind, as Elya inquired about the importance of his visit was to say that it was nothing important. Following that trail of thought, he’d maintain his head low and pink coloured eyes locked upon his now cleaned white paws, and yet he hesitated. Eventually, also known as ‘every now and then’, Kotori found himself wondering about whether to be selfish, after all no other wolf – aside from possibly Ender – would fend for him, no wolf would care less if he simple ceased existing… a walking bad omen, shoved right into their faces. A ghostly creature that could barely handle the sun, a being literally confined to night who – right now – wore the pungent scent of pestilence.

A sweet, putrid smell emanated from him, and he knew it. Despite trying his best to clean himself up, he still smelled like the ones who didn’t make it though winter. – I was… just wondering if you… had…. Some spare old herbs you were going to throw away. – He spoke, his hoarse and rarely used voice low as usual, holding with itself a frail tune that matched his general emaciated appearance. He lifted his head a little higher, squinting his light coloured eyes against the light of day as he heard Ender’s voice, his ears perking up for a brief second, as he sighed, limiting himself to lower his head once more on what was a mixture of shame and nausea.

- I’m… sorry… - He mumbled out in response to the flower commentary. Normally he would have responded with sweet irony, perhaps with a ‘for a dead wolf, I do smell good’, but the current pain and churning of his stomach took the best of him. He hesitated for a moment as he was invited into the den, and took a step forwards the desired shade, but stopped almost immediately. It wasn’t up for the omega to decide whether the phantasmagorical canine could enter the site. Instead he lifted his eyes a little again, staring towards the darkened shapes inside the spot. He could almost feel the coolness inside, the relief that would be on him, and yet… he kept himself planted out there. It wasn’t like he wanted to interrupt their meeting either, and the fastest he could get herbs, the faster he could get out.

He turned his attention to Elya, ears kept against his skull, which just gave him a smaller appearance than what he already was. – S-some… peppermint, perhaps? – He suggested softly, allowing himself at least sit down to rest his stance, clenching his jaws closed almost as immediately, holding back whatever wanted to see the sunlight again, his body shivering slightly beneath his purely white fur. – Or anything… - He added, allowing a ‘and then I’ll get out of your way’ implicit in the air.




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[⠀vega]

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xxxxxxxHumid gloom hung to the fibres of Elya's pelt, dense rays of light filtered through the crevices of her den. The translucent hues caused irritation, resolved in a light flick of her ear, despite the welcoming day brought upon them, isolation was more vacant within her. It had become quite an aerie of awkwardness, flushed in her cheeks as she hung back onto her hind legs. A time to apprehend. In this moment, her skills conflicted her caution, assertive or passive, forward or backward. Noting that opposites corporate, with a slight belief, she felt the conflict.A polished slip of her tongue on her maw implied a discomfort, her knowledge on Kotori was lesser then she wished for. Ender, however, appeared to be quite socially comfortable around the pale lupin, accepting this she lowered her self with reluctance. Coiling tail over her paws, Elya nodded a welcome to the omega just as the immature nickname was passed. Snowball? Hum She let her comment slip, approaching the topic of disease more contently then the latter.

"Although your rank is not highly appreciated your health is treated as equal to the alpha that stands above all," Pressing her thoughts away, she glanced to Korori with mild amusement "therefore i'd try not to accuse me of such deads" she responded. Earning a nothing but small scoff - somewhat humorously - she stalked her gaze over Korotri's physic for any physical signs of sickness. But the poor condition of his pelt skewered her, dampening down her grin, formally turning to her herbs. With a tone of solemnity labels of plants began to scroll over her tongue, thyme, poppyseeds, parsley, cowslip, cotton, ... While she entrusted her knowledge deeply it was undetermined weather Korotri was morally reliable. Granted, it doubtful to lie under such circumstances, but cautiousness kept trouble at bay. While her gaze lay briefly on Kotori's claims, she felt drawn to the complements Ender seemed to be radiating, his humorous ways attempted to differ against her guarded soul. Pulling her paws from under her, she lifted the herbs gingerly from the soil. Sounding from the background Enders comment on her being the 'favourite healer' received him nothing more than a tail flick cuffing over his snout pursued with a painted smile. A light hum softly left her vocals, "Pl - ease," she was definitely not their favourable healer. Pulling her self in the direct parallel to the second omega a chill of nerves followed by "Over here will do Kotori ". he inexperienced and learning, yet peering gently into his eyes Elya saw fractions of her self ...

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indentationAs soon as Carlisle apparently chastised her for lack of tact and unreasonableness, Nisha regretted having said anything to him at all. She needed someone to listen, not to point out her flaws, and she thought this with a bit of wicked (though ashamed of) childishness. Carlisle was a fine older wolf with her years of experience under his belt. She should have trusted him. But now every inch of fur burned with indignance and all she needed was to snap at him. As her superior assumed a more dominant and tensed hold on his stance, the marble-pelted wolf mirrored his movements, hind claws burrowing into the soil with a vengeance. She could have been put down for this. But hurting from the sting of Carlisle's accusations, Nisha found she couldn't care very much. "That's what they all say, till tragedy strikes again."

indentationThen all of a sudden, fragments of Carlisle's mask fell apart almost as quickly as they had come. Now, he just seemed like her same old mentor, albeit a little more tired than he was. Raw from the wound of his mate's death still fresh. The expression was so familiar her very soul ached. In her mind's eye she could still see her friend, half-buried with snow up to her neck, the former thinking it was all play until she had rolled the cream-coloured wolf over to reveal her stiff, twisted features. The horror had made her reel back, half blinded, half in denial. Ice crystals coated every hair on her stone-cold frame, beautiful in its terribleness. She couldn't look into her friend's glazed eyes. Nisha simply toppled over by the broken form like she were dead herself and let the tears flow.

indentationIt was not true a warrior never cried.

indentationIf anyone had seen her, they knew better than to speak of it to Nisha again. Her fellow packmates swore she had never been the same since. Some of the faintly sarcastic humour had drifted away with the winter's nip, with the spirits of the wolves that had all fallen then. At this, her throat constricted painfully, and she didn't trust herself to speak lest she choked. Not even when Carlisle asked if she would like to resume the venture, to which she merely nodded as a clear sign of consent. She needed this space, this crisp air. A bird called above them - a crow. She flicked her tail dismissively towards it, not willing to engage in any more argument. So young, to have seen so much death... Some would have wondered if this was the right life for a relatively young wolf of 4 years, but Nisha knew better. You couldn't get very far unless you saw the world for what it was.

indentation"Would they have wanted us to move on?" Nisha began so quietly Carlisle might not have known she was speaking to him at all. "They, as in, Mari and the others. Because life is like the cycle of the sun, and time waits for no one. To breathe, we must give." her tone had adopted a softer edge to it, briefly reminiscing the days when the land was younger and they filled with a more youthful exuberance. The last part was a quote a pack elder often told the pups before sleep claimed them - She too was gone with the chill. Just like how all things must die.