((Sheera)) :::Holding On:::

[Destiny]

The figure of the femme was a deep sunset orange with flecks of darker reddish orange in her pelt. Optics burned a deep amber topaz.
Stupid family.
Stupid loners.
Stupid life.
The femme traveled farther and farther. Weaving her way through the Siverian terra. Wondering. Thinking. Finally the camp was in view. Cautiously the pup, about five,six moons by now, entered. She glanced around warily. Would they take her?

[Sheera]

Sabela lay by the fallen ledge, just outside her den. She had lost another life from the deadly rip in her throat.
She breathed heavily, hoping, wishing that the healer would quickly relieve her pack's pain.
She could cope on her own as her throat still bled, though she knew if she moved it was likely to bleed faster.

Severian limped heavily towards the femme.
Welcome, to hell... he thought bleakly.
"Hello," he said flatly from exaustion.
"Come, we must not disturb our alphess at this moment," he knew she was no harm, though he was young; the same age as her. He knew she was not maddened by the sickness, and she didn't smell of other pack.

[Destiny]

Topaz like optics settled on the brute that approached. Cautiously she eyed him, he seemed to be about the same age as herself. Optics looked past his figure and settled on the alphess, Thite had mentioned she was called Sabela.
Damn you to Hellfire Thite.
Damn you all.
Gaze was returned to him. The heavy limp was taken notics of. "Hello." She returned, her tone rather bleak. She was ill, like every wolf seemed to be. Though it wasn't to bad. Daily coughing... sometimes she threw up blod, but nothing to bad. Nothing that she couldn't cope with me. "Very well, she doesn't look like she's in any condition to attempt conversation at the moment anyway."

[Sheera]

[gawd shes.. harsh?]

Severian nodded and led the way to the neophyte den. He halted at the entrance and nodded towards an empty nest.
"You can stay here, until I can find Nightshade," he said gently. He glanced over his shoulder, nervously watching his alphess. He looked back then nodded.
"Right then," he nodded and trotted back into camp.

[Destiny]

(Frustrated.Confused.Infuriated.Agonizied.)

The femme turned her optics upon the brute for a moment. Watching him for a moment. Then the femme turned and padded stiffly into the den. Dropping her figure onto the small nest. Paws folded. Crown held high. Auds perked. Cold, dull optics watching. All her senses alert. When she spoke her voice was a dull alto tone. "Don't beleive I caught your name. What did they brand you?" A simple, curious question. Anything to get her mind of the infuriating, impossible, horrible truth that she'd recently learned. The reason that she'd left the loner lands to become a pack wolf.

[Sheera]

The brute glanced back.
"Severian," he said flatly. His exhaustion was simple yet complex. He was tired, but if he layed down he would have to leap up again. "And yours?"

[Destiny]

Severian.
A very...
Handsome?
name.
"Yoru." Tone was as bleak, and dead and emotionless as it had been. She was simply far to sick of everything to bother caring how she sounded now. Optics of topaz sliced through every crevice of his build.

[Sheera]

Yoru... he repeated inwardly.
Lovely name, he murmured within his head, though his exhaustion was so great it was hard to ponder too long.
He offered a smile then he trotted slowly into the den once more, his muscles aching, but rippling as they always did.
"Today was a slight put down," he said, "So I must rest, I believe Nightshade may be here soon."

[Destiny]

There was a slight, barely noticable nod of her head. Crown was placed on top her folded paws. Optics half closed. "For me as well." Tassle flicked back and forth.