The Call of the Wild (IC/RP)

The beautiful aroma of fresh blood filled the stiff forest air as she walked deeper and deeper into the woods. These trees were something of her sanctuary, protecting her, providing shelter, all were familiar, and they rarely changed. She enjoyed the similarities, that no matter where she was, the forest was always waiting to take her in. Yet now the humans were threatening to take down her precious home, she could do a good amount of damage to the poachers, but then again they could do a good amount of damage to her. Chaos feared the same fate as Riba had met, defending his pack. Since when would Chaos defend her pack over herself? A small chuckle escaped at just the thought of it.

Curiosity quickly took over as she heaved sigh and caught the scent of blood once more. Chaos was never one to miss a good fight, whether it be her participating or just being the spectator, both worked for her. She sensed multiple others around her, all searching for what little food was left, a pitiful amount considering the size of the pack. Deer and moose, their main food source were also dying off due to the cold and the horrid poachers. If only it were the wolves who were at the top of the food chain! Those filthy two-legged creatures wouldn't stand a chance... Chaos, who hadn't been paying much attention to where her paws were taking her, stumbled across Cabo, Tyri, playfully romping in the snow as they pulled a large moose towards the den. Chaos rolled her eyes at the sight of the two and couldn't help the small grin the spread across her lips.

"Young love, how cute." She snickered.

It seemed like only within seconds their perfect picture was shattered by another. A fight had broken out as a random attacker seemed to come out of no where. By the time she got to the scene though, Tyri and Carbo both seemed alive and decent enough so that Chaos didn't have to linger near them for long and she was quite glad to disappear into the forest again. She continued her little journey as the lunar light above lit the snow through the bare tree branches. Chaos tried to ignore the pathetic whines and yelps in the distance, the pain of this pack was starting to depress the egocentric wolf. The scent of blood seemed to be ever present, yet it no longer held the same pleasure as it did before.

And there, as if to top the whole oppressive day, was Champion lying limp and bloody. Chaos approached slowly, her senses sharp listening to see if whatever had brought her down was still near. Seeing that the coast was clear, she ran up to the fallen wolf, checking frantically for any sign of life whatsoever. There was none. Chaos wondered what to do... Should she stay until someone found the two? Most would probably accuse Chaos for Champion's death if she was caught at the scene. Then should she leave her there? Chaos would've taken off already if she hadn't have been careless and covered her fur in Champion's blood. Chaos sighed, angry at herself, always finding a way to get herself into sticky situations.

Tyri rose to a faint sound in the distance? A yelp. it resembled...Champion? Tyri looked down, her eyes yeilding passage through the snow. Her body was weakened, but she knew this would be important. Somwhere in the diluted heart of hers she knew it was already over. Something crept through her veins, and into her very blood boiling with a fortell of what was to come. She nudged Carbo gently and leaned down to his ear.

" I'll return shortly. Rest. "

Her eyes where vivid and narrow. her innerself was furious, thankful,fearful , in awe. Death was pouring so thickly that she hadn't an idea what to think of it anymore. Was she, perhaps , next? Would that complete gasping darkness enrapture her, silencing her like a thick blanket of wet velvet? Would darkness consume her soul and simply rip it to shreds? Could she escape this? Could the silver pack pull itself from the dank dark pitt in which it was dwelling?

They had to leave here. She knew that well, but never had she assured herself of it. Now she knew. It was over here, there was nothing left for them but death. Both leaders deaths assured her that she would either have to choose new life, or the same fate as the packs higher elements. They had to cross over, and leave this place, or else they would leave the bigger picture. Each and every one of them would perish withint their ow selves. Alternatly, they would not even care. When it becomes so very familiar, one will begin to welcome the end, as an old friend who has been expected for long, waiting, on edge, for them to arrive. Then it would all be over, and what betetr then, to a group of apathetic loners, still dqaring enough to call themselves a pack?

She turned away then, from her den, and began walking toward where she had heard Champion's last sound, her final breath. These intents would be forever carved into the hearts of the silver pack, but would they stay strong? Live in fear? Tyri would go on. But these, these others, living naked to pain in all of its brutal entirety? They would not survive. Death would be a more humane fate to those afraid to live. Tyri wished, but she knew she could not hide these wolves from it. She would not. She would rather them die aware then live blindly. She herself had learned that lesson from the start. It was her life , her obsession, her craving. She was addicted to living.

The wolf picked up a slow trot from the slow, blitzing walk she carried. She was unwilling to come across this scene, but she knew she must. As this of a 'Pack Leader' what else had she to do? What else would she rather do?
She began running faster.
Change her actions? be the good little doggy that told them everything was alright? That it would all be ok? No. It was her responsibility to carry the duty of truth, a painful load to bare. No. she would tell them what was ture, if they did not already understand. The silver pack would not, most certainly not, wait around for the truth to take them all one by one. justice, after all, is a blind thing. Precisly why it was unreal.

Tyri halted.

Like a thousand miles of flickering flames, swirling in beautiful torrents of gold, red, and lustrous orange shone invisibly in her eyes. The path to her fallen leader. The wolfess lay in a puddle of her own deep crimson blood, a beautiful sight to behold. She knew then the beautiful wolf was deeply wrapped with her mate, cacading in a thousand illusions, flaling to no where with the most beautiful fear imaginable. Tyri's eyes where seared open, and she approached without her own knowledge, her legs carrying her across the crisp snow. She stopped before both females, and raised her head. The world was silent, then, as she opened her mouth, letting fourth the final song of Champions life, a barrage of crumbled sympathies spun into one fine, silky howl. It floated over the night, and the stars seemed to burn black holes through the sky, the moon hiding from the black dhadows which would be cast this night.

Tyri lowered her head, her liquid silver eyes met Chaos's.

It was like a constant repeating nightmare torturing the minds and souls of the Silver pack and it would continue to reoccur unless something was done to stop those foul beings that lived in the village. Chaos stood over the leader's corpse, just staring at the puddle of thick blood that had been spilt into the clean snow, staining it a morbid shade of reddish-black. It dripped slowly from Chaos's muzzle as she had tried to see earlier if Champion was still breathing. Her mind was full of jumbled thoughts and images, she was unable to think properly. She had seen many deaths, innumerable wounds and had inflicted much worse than what laid before her, but now this was traumatizing to her? Ridiculous, she told herself shaking her large onyx head.

Chaos remained skittish, however, but was unaware of Tyri until she let out the sullen monotonous howl. She jumped at the presence of the beta, her muscles tensing and ears flattening in surprise. She wasn't exactly sure how Tyri would react to the scene in front of her. Champion, bloody and lifeless. Chaos, known for killing with blood glinting on her nose. Just perfect. As their eyes met, a chill ran through her, not of the cold, but of the icy glare coming from Tyri's fierce eyes. Chaos stared back with matching intensity, unwilling to break the silent connection first. She wasn't going to plead for innocence before ever being accused of the crime. No, that's not how Chaos functioned, she always stood her ground.

"Hello Tyri." Chaos greeted her with the same low acrid voice as before.

[Your subtleties,They strangle me]

Glancing sidelong at Champions body, Tyri lowered her gaze from Chaos's to sniff the female for any traces of what could've done this. There was no bullet wound, and the tears along her body seemed widespread. upon further inspection, Tyri noted an uneven set of bloody, uneven paw prints leading away. Seive? who knew. The scent had sunken under the moist snow. A part of her said he wouldn't do it. She knew full well he would, but still, it was not for certain that this was the cause. Champion had obviously not put up to much of a fight, what saddened Tyri even further. Her precise wish that the bitter loss of one good wolf would not bring down two had denoted itself. Ironic. But then, wasn't everything? Riba had gone out to hunt, but had been hunted. The moose had gone to find food, and become food himself. This stirred her suddenly. They would have to go drag that moose the rest of the way back eventually. That brought another thought to her mind, she would have to dig a bit into Riba's grave, the icy tomb, and lock his mate in beside him, for that eternity of rest they would both experience. Tyri sighed, looking down on her. She spoke softly to the limp, corpse.

" It was over the moment, it happened, wasn't it? "

Tyri rose her head then. She looked off toward the moon, raised high in the velvety black sky. The stars shone brightly, and seemed to leave trails in the sky, as if it were crying for some obscure reason. Maybe for Champion. Maybe for the fate of all wolves. Maybe for those with no one to turn to, no one to talk to about their fears, which threaten to engulf them completely, silencing them and slowly gagging them until they fought no more. until they gave up, and, along wiht many before them took rest and comfort in the end of their lives, deciding even the unknown could be better than this. With that she looked up at the female standing before her, tensed and antagonized.

Tyri gazed deeply into Chaos's eye. Her own body was tense with the intense settling of realization upon her shoulders. the female was so withdrawn, so cornered in her own reality. She was truly her own worst enemy. Drops of silver and mercury, molded and sifted into the shining orbs centered on Tyri's calm face, ever intense, relaxed a bit. They shed light upon Chaos's own eye, with their uncertain demise to discriminate against anything other than her own inner conformity. Tyri leaned forward, never minding a drawback from Chaos, and licked her chin softly, sweeping away the blood which glistened so serenely in the moonlight flooding down. it illuminated the snow, the eyes of the two females, and the liquid which had spilled from their alpha's own veins, giving it a whole new language, a new interpretation.

Tyri raised her head away from Chaos's muzzle then, never loosing eye contact. She was quite curious about the reaction this would bring. though she had her assumptions no one option was sett in stone. She half expected the proud wolfess to lash out at her, causing a wonderful disruption to the nights serenity. adding a bit more blood to the spill at hand. On the contrary, perhaps she would leave. Simply turn, and never return. both these options wearied young Tyri to a point of insanity, but it was withheld from even her own consciousness. Now she waited for what was to come.

Faith yawned, noticing that she had only been asleep for a few minutes. She sighed, looking at the pup who had fallen asleep under her paws. She took a look around, motioning one of the males to come over to her. She nudged the pup gently, then looked up to the male who nodded approvingly. She licked the pup gently and got herself up from her position next to the pup, as the male laid down there instead of her. Faith licked the males paws clean before he placed them on top of the pup. It caused her pain to leave such an injured pup there, but there was not much she could do right now. She had no choice, if she was to travel a longer distance with the pack. She gave out a gentle smile at the male who took her position over as she jumped up on a rock. She took a look towards the den where the pups and other wolves was either playing, recovering from the fight or patrolling. She took one final look at the pup before she leaped down from the rock and took a few steps away from the den. Hopefully she would return very soon, before nightfall. But if not, she at least had acted in a way that she believed best for the pack.

With careful steps she crossed the winter dressed forest, holding her head low. She hoped that she would not be forgotten, if the pack decided to migrate before nightfall. With heavy steps she passed the boundaries of the pack territory, taking several deep breaths. She took one final look back, praying she would see them as soon as possible. Hopefully no one followed her, as what she was about to do was something she did not want anyone to place themselves in the danger of. She sniffed the ground, catching the scent of humans and dogs. Walking for a couple of more minutes, she arrived at a minor hill where she stopped at and looked over the edge. It was the human village. No matter what other creatures said, the humans were a smart pack of animals. If anyone knew how to survive long journeys, it would be them. She knew how they did it.

With gentle steps, she approached the village. It seemed rather empty right now. They were probably dealing with their fallen members of the pack right now, as Faith approached the first building. She kept herself alert to any sound or scent that could cause a problem as she walked up behind the building. Keeping a low profile, she investigated the backyard. She froze for a moment as she saw the pelt from other wolves hanging on the wall, next to that noisy object that they used for hunting. By time, she found a smalled building where the humans seemed to store their stuff. Gently, she nudged the door to the repository open and walked inside. In the far back, she found two small child sledges [link] in bright colors, which she grabbed the string of. She smiled satisfied, as she knew this would help the pups in this long journey. The only remaining problem would be how accepting the pack would be of human tools. She herself was ready to take any tools into the pack that would aid the pups in such a long and fatal journey. Funny, how she kept thinking of a journey, as the Betas had not even announced it yet. She knew she was not the only one believing a migration would be the right thing to do, but she hoped that the Betas would be understanding.

She pulled the two sledges out of the repository and started heading out of the humans backyard. Before getting half way, she heard something behind her. She quickly turned around, noticing how a child was nearby, looking at Faith. "MOTHER! A dog is playing with my things!" The little boy shouted and Faith caught panic. A woman walked out trough the back-door of the house, seeing Faith with the two sledges. Faith grabbed both the sledge handles in her jaw and dashed of towards the forest. The woman did not spend a second of thinking, as she grabbed the rifle that hung on the wall of the house. That loud noise was heard once more, as a bulled veined trough the air, impacting on the tree next to Faith. Making sure that she had a good grip of the handles to the sledges she dashed trough the forest, by luck being missed by the second shot that ricocheted against a rock next to her. She gave out a whine, knowing that one hit would be enough to take her down, but after a few seconds she was out of range and deep into the forest. She stopped for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. After catching her breath, she once more gripped the two handles and walked in the direction of the den. It was close, too close that she was hit by that noisy object.

When she knew she was within safety, she stopped. She turned around and looked at the two sledges she had brought. It was a very handy object, even for a wolf. Putting the handle in her mouth, she had no problem pulling it forward, and it was build in such a good way that the pups would not fall out if they fell asleep. It was perfect for long distance traveling like this. It was light, left no tracks and it had a pretty look over it, too. As a perfect finish, there was even blankets in them. It had a cute design and Faith nudged it gently, before grabbing the handles again and walking slowly back towards the den. She was proud of what she had done and walked with nose up high. However, she was a bit worried what the pack would think when she returned with human tools. Most of them were very sceptical against humans and anything that they used. This, however, was probably the best invention humans had ever made.

"A pup carrier" She said to herself with a smile.

Loki stood deep in the forest seeming to talk to another wolf. The wolf he was speaking to seemed hollow and could be seen through. Loki seemed to talk as if the wolf should not be there. He glared at the wolf momentarily before decideing to listen to the story it had to tell.

Strange wolf-"Loki you must join us. Your pack died before you and you are the only one left of the pack. Give us peace and end it all. No other packs want you, you are alone in this harsh world."

Loki-"No father you died of your own foolishness and you sent the whole pack to die against the humans! They stood no chance against the weapons the humans wield. Tehy use sorcery to throw metal at us from long distance."

Loki's father-"You always had the heart of the loner Loki. You must fight the humans again or you will be hunted to extinction. I am merely here to help you son."

Loki-"Ha! You are not even here!"

The wolf fades away leaving Loki talking to himself.

Her dark green irises were set and narrowed, foreboding in the dark shadows of night. Choas never once blinked away from Tyri. The once calm air had become thick with remorse and stiff as the two faced one another, locked in silence. She couldn't help but to think, however, that no matter how many walls she were to put up, Tyri could somehow see through them with her silver stare. It was an odd feeling, to think that another could know what you felt. To maybe see what was happening in her headstrong mind. To see why Chaos was who she was. She, however, did not appreciate the intrusion and Chaos remained closed and unwilling to share whatever was holding her back.

As Tyri leaned in, approaching Choas closer, she stiffened and her hair stood on end. It was almost out of instinct for her, others were rarely this close, and when they were it was only after she had ruthlessly killed them. The closeness of another... a concept Chaos would never be willing enough to learn. It was her deep menacing growl that ripped the eerie silence that had enveloped the two. Many would have cowered in fear if they had heard her, but of course the young fearless female did not. She couldn't attack though. Something had rooted Chaos to the spot where she stood, so unsure of herself. She felt exposed. There was nowhere to hide. Nothing to block the questioning and wondering eyes that penetrated her thoughts. It reminded her vaguely of the past, years ago when it was Riba that had acquired this special talent of seeing more than met the eye.

Chaos knew that there would be no future if she were to leave now, not that there would be much of a future here considering the lack of food and poachers. But it was a place to stay nonetheless. It was her pack nonetheless. It was her home nonetheless. Chaos thought over her few options. Leave, go back to the wilderness and freedom that called to her... and possibly not make it through the winter alone. Or stay, face the possible ridicule if rumor spread that she had been found at the scene of the alpha's corpse... and possibly make it through the winter and into spring. Chaos heaved a grumbling sigh, and would leave it up to Tyri to decide her fate.

"Your verdict?" Her voice was less sly and her question held more than just one intention or meaning, but Chaos said no more and left Tyri to answer.

Faith trotted proudly trough the forest with her most recent 'pray', the two sledges. Her tail wagged as she was slowly approaching the pack territory, but halted as she heard a voice. She took a look to her side and yes, there he was. Loki, talking to himself. "Uhu. I am too" She said, replying to the words Loki said about her not being here. She was not sure if she was the one he spoke to, but there was not many others here that he could possibly speak to. After taking a look around, sniffing the air and watching the tracks in the snow, it was most certainly only him and her there. She dropped the sledges for a moment, taking a step closer to Loki. "Are you alright?" She asked, looking around once more. Confused, she a few yards away, observing him.

She found herself a rock comfortable enough to sit down at, as she lept up on it, sitting comfortable and observing the male. She could see on him right away that there was something that troubled him, and she did not want to leave the location until he would share with her what it was.
Since he was new to the pack, she wanted to give him the impression that he could talk to her about anything, like she have tried to give the rest of the pack. Anyone should be able to talk to her about anything, and newcomers were no exception. She gave out a smile, waiting for Loki to reply to her question.

he looked worried for a second but assured himself no one had seen. Odlly enough a set of foot prints was embedded in the snow where he was talking to the air. "I am fine Faith, Why are you out so deep in the forest?" He asked curiosly eyeing the sledges she had. An odd thickness was in the air from where he had seen a ghost. He trotted up to her and sat down at the bottom of the rock. He looked up t her waiting to hear a reply. He layed his head down and he seemed a bit worn out. An etheral looking wolf sat staring at the two from a distance in plain view. A grin comes across its face as it takes in the situation.

[They might be short, but you have to keep in mind I am giving up times of study to RP here 😄
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She took a careful look at him as he asked her the question. She was almost embaressed to talk about it, not knowing how he, or anyone else either, would react to her being among the humans, grabbing a tool of theirs. She blushed slightly as she turned her head back to Loki again "Well. We might migrate, I believe. It would be the best for the pack. The pups would not live trough such a long walk, and I do not think I would live it trough if we lost the pups. I love them deeply" She said with a quiet, but yet proud voice and a tiny smile on her face.

he looked behind him as he felt like he was being watched. Seeing nothing behind he looked back at Faith. he eyes the sledges once again.

"You got those from the humans didn't you? It is not safe to be around them. I would know.. from this scar under my eye is proof of that."

He rubbed up against her as he walked past her. He looked to see if any humans had followed her. When he saw that none had he turned back around to face her.

"At least you are safe."

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Tyri nodded, a soft smile spread across her silver muzzle. The blood she had licked off of Chaos's muzzle spattered in small crimson dapples across her own. The deep reddish complimented the golden brown painted bit by bit over her face, and glowed like odd tribal marking, painted expertly above her eyes and nose, in the moonlight. The same moonlight doused Chaos's own sleek, onyx body. It looked very similar to Champions, but much more tense. This wolfess carried herself with such an air of pride, yet inside she head so much fear. Tyri was almost certain it was fear holding this wolf. What had happened in her past? Tyri was curious, but she would not push it now. Maybe in the future the secretive loner like wolf would open up to her, and share whatever troubled this way. The day the event took place, Tyri would stand firm , all ears.

As she heard the words the wolfess spoke Tyri's whole demeanor relaxed some, and she pushed a soft smile away from her muzzle. She could not stop the single, soft beat of her grey tail. It brushed a bit of snow across the landscape as she did so, but she quickly stopped it. She gazed back for a moment, noticing both her own and Chaos's footprints had been covered by the fresh snow, settled and lost in the scape of time. Tyri's eyes met Chaos's once more. she heard the deep, unfamiliar tone in her voice, and stepped back a bit, attempting to ease the tension she herself had placed on the proud wolf.

" Verdict?"
Tyri asked, letting her ears swivel.
" What verdict would be passed for one who hasn't done anything wrong?"

That being said a small smile spread across her muzzle, and once more her tail billowed softly back and forth, like the tall buffalo grass did so in the wind on a warm summer day. Once more it gently grazed the snow beneath her. She let her eyes rest on the corpse then. The brave fallen wolf who had gone to meet her mate in eternal darkness, wrapped in that peaceful slumber which had no end, and no beginning. Tyri bowed her head respectfully, and gazed back up into Chaos's sullen eyes, whom she had hoped to bring but a bit of relief to. She nodded slightly, and side glanced the body.

" I could use some help bringing her to the creek. The snow has not yet iced over above Riba's grave, and at the moment most of the pack seems incapacitated or missing currently. "

This brought Tyri to gaze down awkwardly at her own wounds, the blood now iced over the thick slashes. She was aware of the gash that still claimed her right brow, but chose to disregard it as she waited patiently for Chaos to reply to her request. Personally she would understand if she chose not to, it would probably be difficult to bring the mate of Riba, the only one she seemed to truly admire, to his grave before digging it up to place the wolf in. In the distance a small white rabbit scampered across the powdery glittering snow. it made Tyri appreciate that she could be standing in front of this other wolf, rather than alone. She smiled softly then. Chaos was alot like her....but fallen to her knees at the moment. Maybe all she needed was a little help up, something Tyri would be obliged to give.

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Faith nodded softly "I guess that is all that matters, right?" She said quietly, almost whispering. She did not know if she should feel at the current point. If she should be happy because the male cared of her and her safety, lessoning her about the human. Or if she should feel a bit sad, as the male did not go further into the subject about the two sledges she risked her life to obtain. Show gratitude or yell at her for visiting the human lands and returning with their tools, or at least make comments about her almost giving her life in an attempt to obtain human objects that would aid the pack with the pups in their long journey into better lands.

She took a look over her shoulder, making sure that there was nothing happening to her beloved sledges that she right now valued greatly. She gave out a sigh of relief as she turned her head back to Loki, still awaiting his reply she placed the hind leg above her neck and started fighting the flees that she had forgoten for some time of again.

He looked the sledges over very meticulously before returning his gaze to Faith. He looked as if he was in deep thought and he looked like he was fighting about what he planned to say. His mouth slowly formed into a smile as he thought. He loooked at her directly at her and spoke.
"As long as you were thinking of the pups then you are better than the mightiest of wolves. I will make sure you get the recognition you deserve from the pack. But it was very risky of you to go to the humans.. and you might have just saved the pack if we have to migrate."
He looked over the sledges and smiled again. He examined to see how they could be used for the pups. He picked up the handle of one of the tools and drug it around for a moment. Satisfied that he knew how to properly use it he set it down next to the other one and walked up to Faith.

She smiled when Loki tried the sledges out, praying that he would like them. Faith nodded eagerly, smiling at Loki where he was located next to her after have tested the sledges for a moment. She took a look at him and her tail wagged when he said that he would support her when they came to the pack. She stood up on the rock, leaping down from it and stopping next to the male wolf. She sniffed him on the nose, making a really quick lick, then stroking against his body as she walked past him and up to the sledges. She gripped one of the handles in her mouth and pulled it up next to her.
She then took a look at the other handle and turned her head back to Loki. Her tail wagged and she could barely stand still.

"Minf helfing me ouf wifh fhe fool? If goef easied wifh fwo." She mumbled with the handle in her mouth, looking at the sledge once more. She then stood quiet for a moment, realising how she just sounded when she had the handle in her mouth. She quickly lowered her head and blushed, hoping that he understood. She turned warm trough her whole body out of embaressment. "Soffy. Donf woffy, I can hanfle if." She mumbled blushing, trying to get the other handle in her mouth as well, by bending down and trying to catch it with her mouth without dropping the handle she had in her mouth currently.

He slid up next to her and took the other handle in his mouth. He pulled the sledge and looked at her with a smile. "We canf runf wiff theshe back to camf." He starts off at a slow trot up until he gets about ten yards away before looking back at Faith. He watches her and waits for her to follow. A small grin comes across his face when he sees her drop the handle trying to kick up the second.

Faith met him with a great smile as he took care of one sledge. She took a steady bite of her own and trotted up behind Loki. She had a look around herself, noticing that things had gone colder. It was pretty obvious that they would have to move out soon, or the pack would be stuck here. If they did not commence the migration soon, it would probably be too cold to travel. Colder than the sensitive paws of the younger wolves in the pack would manage to endure for a longer journey, and among them, herself. With a smile across her face, she trotted proudly next to Loki, looking at the sledges. Her pray. After some time of wandering, they were approaching the camp who was spotted in the not too far distance.

He marched on towards the den. His fur seemed like it was matted in many places and he seemed to be completely worn out. As he walked he stumbled momentarily. On the ground he attempted to force the weight of his body to eqaul out so he could rise again. He pushed with all he could unitl he pushed himself up and back onto his feet. He slipped again and was on the ground once again this time tearing one of his wounds. Blood started to coat his fur where the wound is and started to drip into the snow. He looked at Faith and then forced himself to his feet. "shall we continue...?" He seemed to wobble back and forth and his blood seemed to keep flowing out of his body but he stayed on his feet.

Faith took a look at the wolf. She could not believe she had not noticed his wound before. She blushed, looking at the snow by her paws for a few moments. She was a horrible caretaker, not noticing that wound of his. If she had been aware of it, she would not have let him take the sledge, or even walk. She shook her head, sighing, walking up to him carefully. She nudged him on the shoulder very gently, walking up in front of him and looking him into the eyes. "No. You are not going anywhere" She said quietly, placing her nose by his wound and sniffing it. "Please, lay down. Do not overdo yourself with a wound like this" She said, licking the wound in an attempt to prevent the blood-flood. She had dropped her sledge in order to take care of the wound properly.

He weakly looked at her and tried to walk but continued to sit still due to her standing infront of him. He sat down like she had said and waited for her next move. "I have had many wounds like this one.. it is nothing to worry about young one.." He attempts to rise back to his feet but loses most of his strength from hunger. He looks up ate her and then looks down at the ground. He never wanted anyone to see him in a weakened look.. He looks back at her and smiles before laying his head down on the ground.