Keeva
female ✧ 4 years ✧ duchess ✧ petrova
Keeva heard Finnegan's voice come from the den that was only a few paces behind her. She stood and padded back to den her tail swaying slightly. The white female peered in at Finnegan, "It isn't that early and if you get up you would get warmer easier," she said softly, her bright eyes watching his curled up frame, "Mostly everyone is up by now anyways, you wouldn't want to upset the King and Queen by sleeping in late, would you?she said, her voice having a teasing tone to it. Keeva could tell he was upset by be woken up and she was trying to lift the mood. It was also easier to hide her worry about Finnegan if she used the lighter tone, it was like a mask to cover up how she was feeling. Whatever Keeva did, it was to help him, but all of her attempts failed and they just ended up growing further apart. She flattened her ears and stared sadly at him, "You know you can tell me about anything right? I promise I'll listen...." her voice trailed off softly and she looked down. Her positive tone replaced by a worried and sad one. She sighed softly and pulled her head away from the den.
Keeva turned and looked out over the camp, her eyes catching the sight of king Zahir padding into camp. She watched with her pale yellow eyes as he took his place in the center of the camp, "Good morning, Zahir," she called softly to the king. Keeva sat back in her spot that she had cleared away, she decided that if either Finnegan or Zahir wanted to speak with her they would find her. She felt the chilly air sting body with cold as she fluffed up her soft fur and curled her tail over her paws. Keeva could feel the cold tugging at her fur, trying to get past the thick layer of cream and white. The agile wolf took a long, slow blink and let her mind wander, keeping the worrisome thoughts of Finnegan locked away in a corner of her mind.
Darcus
male☽☾4 years☽☾baron☽☾petrova
Darcus twitched in his sleep, a terrible dream tearing through his peaceful sleep. He was standing alone in a clearing and all at once the sound of howling filled the air around him. The white male peered into the dark forest that surrounded and suddenly a strangled voice sounded behind him. Darcus froze, his eyes stretched wide, his ears pinned back against his head and his tail tucked in between his legs, that voice, it was all too familiar. He whipped around his eyes catching in the sight of his mother, wounds filled her pelt, wounds that he inflicted. He let out a whimper as his mother drew closer, "It's your fault..." She said, her jaws drilling with saliva, "you did this to me.." The she wolf snarled, "you killed me! Your own mother!" She howled. Darcus shook his head, "No, I-I didn't mean to!" he said quietly, but she was advancing, her maw opening to reveal sharp teeth. Darcus crouched close to the ground as she sprang towards him and te white wolf shut his eyes, waiting for the feeling of teeth piercing his skin... But it never came.
Darcus opened his eyes, his one good eyes adjusting quickly to the dark den. He let a shaky breath escape his mouth and he calmed his heart beat which was beating rapidly out of control. Just a dream... It was just a dream. he told himself quickly. The baron shook his head, scattering his dream like water droplets and he pushed the pieces to the back of his mind. Darcus glanced beside him to see Olivia, he felt himself become calm and he rested his head on his paws, dismissing all other thoughts from his brain. He watched the cold morning outside and watched his breath produce a cloud of white smoke. The large male debated on going out to hunt, but he shook the thought away, he wasn't very good at hunting anyways.