f l a s h .
{ the pack tagged }
Her silver gaze sadly roamed over Snow's den, scanning every inch of it as if doing so would tell her where the Alpha had gone. Her scent was long faded, and the only remaining traces of the white wolf were a few clumps of fur here and there. Flurries of different emotions flooded the winged wolf's heart- sadness over the sudden loss of her friend, anger towards those blasted humans, worry and confusion towards having to lead the pack to who-know's-where, and a tiny spark of rebellion. Go find them! The spark hissed. They've got to be out there somewhere! Even if they're dead, finding a carcass is better than not knowing at all! The word 'dead' struck her in the heart and made her snap at the spark to shut it. It was done. She'd already said there'd be no more searching, and despite her tiny hint of motivation, she knew it was still a bad idea. Her emotions were already beginning to cloud her judgement- it was time to stop moaping and get on with it already. We didn't have a very big clan to start with, and now we've lost three... It shouldn't take long for everyone to get it together. Swallowing her emotions, she dipped her head to the den, as if saying goodbye to Snow, then turned to leave.
When she exited the den and re-emerged into camp, she was about to call out for everyone to gather, but she spotted the Beta den out of the corner of her gaze, making her halt and look back. She thought of Death now, the wolf who had been her fellow Beta, and had always acted like some big silly pup around her. Along the way, she and Snow had gotten the notion he might have had some kind of fancy for Flash, but she'd never paid much attention to it. Heck, she hadn't even been that nice to him. She regretted that now. Serves me right... Sighing, she forced herself to look away and continue on. Would she have to choose a new Beta? Don't ever think about that right now...
w i n t e r .
{ flame, ember, apathmo, arrow tagged }
The instant Ember stepped towards him to comfort him, Winter wanted to stop. Amidst his sea of upset emotions, he felt embarrassment floating to the surface, spreading unwelcome warmth and discomfort through his system. He couldn't stop though, no matter how shameful he felt. The sobs just kept coming, and each time he thought he could finish, another thing he was upset over reared it's ugly head and sent him into another fit. At this point, he wasn't even sure where it was coming from, how long he'd been holding it in. Had this started after they found the human and he decided it was his fault, or had it started a long time ago, back when the unfairness of his life first dawned on him? Whatever it was, his body seemed content on making him cry it out until his stomach hurt and his eyes stung something fierce.
Eventually, he calmed his sobs to a few sharp intakes of breath with the occasional sniffle. Flame was licking his cheek, trying to comfort him too. He figured the war in his mind between embarasment and sadness finally gave way to embarasment, since now all he wanted to do was run away so he could hide his teary face until no one remembered. Apathmo had approached and asked if the pups wanted to help him with prey, but Ember seemed to silently ward him off, causing the hunter to saunter off alone. Winter saw this as his chance, breaking away from the females' embraces so he could stand on his own. "I'm going to help wi-th prey..." He sniffed at the end of his sentence and turned away before either could protest, unsteadily scampering towards the prey pile. He drastically slowed his pace once he got there and hung his head when he approached Apathmo, hoping he wouldn't get turned away for crying. Without asking the Hunter what he should do, he just selected the biggest thing he could carry comfortably and picked it up in his jaws, plopping his rear down beside the pile as he waited for further instruction. He tried not to look up at Flame, not wanting to catch her gaze.
g a l e n .
{ amber tagged }
Well, that was everything he could carry. The male re-emerged from his den with the maximum number of herbs he could bring on his own. He sighed heavily, looking down at the pile. It was pitiful compared to what he had in his den, but it'd have to do. This was one of the things he hated most about traveling- he had to decide which things were most important, and in his eyes, it was all important. Should he bring something to stave off pain, or to expediate the healing process? Should he bring something to treat the symptoms of a nasty cold, or bring something to make the cold go awake faster? Should he be concerned about treating major injuries, or smaller ones that could become major if not treated? He did have healing powers that could do almost anything the herbs he was bringing couldn't, which was helpful, but it took a lot of energy to use such powers, and it'd get tiring fast if he had to treat multiple major wounds. He wasn't even close to being satisfied with his pile that he chose, but he knew that would be the case no matter what he brought along, so he decided to be done with it and just wait until they left.
There was movement in his upper perhiprial, making him arch his brows and look up. It seemed the huntress Amber was coming towards him, making him cock his head. Has she come to help with herbs, or is someone hurt? I noticed her son isn't here... "You needed something?" He inquired gently.
{Excuse me while I make this as depressing as possible.}