For the first time in his life, Kiche's nose was responding to the world. It was as if suddenly a new set of eyes had opened, and he was looking at the world in a whole new way. Except he wasn't. He was looking at it in the same way, the same perspective. His nose and the scents that singed and scalded it only reinforced his prejudices and tormented his paranoid delusions. Looks like Hell, smells like Hell. The trees, the grass, the rotting carcases, the heathens, the air: they all had a distinct, nasty scent. Especially the air.


Now that he thought about it, it really did smell very strange. Like... like blood. But a weird kind of blood.


And for reasons beyond him, he began to follow it. He weaved through trees, snout aloft, swinging his head left and right in an almost aimless, searching manner. Needless to say, he was very bad at tracking. On a number of times he some how lost the scent or was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't notice the wrinkled trunks that manifested before him. "Damn," he huffed, rubbing at his muzzle with a foreleg. He didn't like this whole "tracking" thing. It was a heathen practice, after all. Why am I even bothering? He wasn't going to admit his curiosity, not even to himself.


But now it was getting stronger, the smell. So strong that it was overwhelming, that it made his nose sting. Heathen, blood. His stomach jolted threateningly as Kiche considered the possibilities. A particular memory of a strange savage feasting on a rotted animal surfaced in his mind, and he tried to shove it away. Closer and closer he came, his pace slowed to a creep. He just couldn't understand what it was about this scent that made him gravitate towards it. He was drawn towards it. A moth, the fluttered and danced about in the heavy air, drawn towards the flickering light of an inexplicable flame that wavered tantalizingly before him.


Then he saw it. The rear end of a heathen wavering in the air before a hollow in some old tree. That's where it's coming from. As he crept closer, he realized he recognized this particular rump."Borden," he stated, his tone abnormally level. He was so curious that he could not even react with any anger or disdain. Out of nowhere, though, rose a voice that tickled his ears in the most astonishing way. "Their fine, too. Two boys, double trouble." And in that single instant, his heart stopped, and a bizarre, dark warmth tingled throughout his skin. He named it desire. My puppies! The white cult leader had given birth to his puppies, the little souls that he would nurture and raise as civilized creatures.

Strong was the sent, filling the nearby area with not just the smell of common blood- but birth. The wolven smell which lingered within this was enough to let Elettra know of the situation and she had been lucky enough to have been preparing for such an event. She had finished her den yesterday afternoon, hollowing out the medical sections in her infirmary which would be used for her storage. Only touch-ups were being done today, gathering soft mosses, sea weeds, and fern. Just outside, was a small collection of four or so decent shells, "bowls" caught by both her and her Alpha which would be used for mixing. The room already smelt lovely, but this did not mask the scents of birth. Quickly, the woman would take to gathering her supplies and make her way off towards the destination.

Her arrival would be swift, though as she arrived she would quickly come to a slow, approaching calmly and with a hesitance. She had learned well enough that pairs other then the alphas themselves, and possibly the heir or beta female (usually lead healer) were the only ones who usually were allowed near the birthing den or horrible consequences would be taken into action. Elettra, assuming that Vlarindara was more of the lead warrior then anything (an odd difference for Elettra, though she had seen it before) she would take it upon herself to take the roll of lead medic. After all, she had been told by Jays herself that there had been no other medic in the lands before she. Her boldness, so far, had done her well in the past, both by her words, mannerisms in her posture, sign that she would protect the boarders (given by Borden) and her former show of loyalty towards her alphena.

Its now that her pale gray gaze would revert her attention to the other man- the lowest of the low, the omega, the beating stick and nothing more towards the pack. He, out of anyone, should have not been here for both the disrespect to his leader and his attack upon other members- ruthless, brutal, aiming to kill as he had struck as his beta's throat. She did not hold back the growl which rumbled in the back on her throat, eyes hard upon the other wolf. She was tense, ready to react should he spring just as he had done before. Elettra did not trust him and never would. He was a threat to every member here, including the newborn children- first litter within the pack. He had no right to be here amongst the leading pair's delicate moments, nor the pack as a whole and would not have been if it were up to her.

"Stay back." Her words were muffled with the herbs in her mouth but she spoke them anyhow, her body shifting closer to the alpha pair, aiming both to get close to offer the herbs, as well as block Kiche from getting any closer. Elettra's tail remained low, her ears back and dipping down her skull and body, she would crawl towards Broden, where the small opening of the hollowed tree lay. "There is Borage for stress and exhaustion. And motherwort, most of all. If she will, take it, for it's most important in nursing mothers." She would nose the motherwort to him, though did not go into details of all it could do just yet, for a history lesson on remedies was not needed at the moment, or so she thought. But the motherwort would supply much for Jays- both in increasing her milk supply, as well as a uterine tonic after this childbirth (and could have been used before the birthing, if she had made it in time). It would treat nervousness, insomnia, heart palpitations, and rapid heart rate. She would smile upon the thought to it's use. "I have also gathered few alfalfa at home, the sprouts can be used to help the children with their growth and bones." From there she would nod her head and lift, and back away from Broden and thus, the opening, in hopes to supply them the space they needed. But she would be there, none the less, should trouble arise.

Borden waited for Kiche to move, to say something, to do something out-of-line that would allow the leader to send him away. However, Jayse was the first to speak. She instructed him to not let the religion-driven male near. Good. He had yet to explain to Jayse about the revelation he had had with Kiche a few months ago anyway. Plus, having her strict words to keep him away would give him the incentive to do as he was told.


After appearing through the trees, bringing a mouthful of beneficial plants, Elettra Archer warned Kiche to stay back. Not moving from his place in front of the hollowed tree, Borden watched as she drew near. She approached at a crawl then briefly declared what she had brought for Jayse as he allowed her to inch into the den's entrance. From within the small dwelling, he heard his mate thank her and while he couldn't turn around to make sure that she was still doing alright, he continued to eye male down. Both of his dark-rimmed ears were facing forward, still waiting... listening...


Looking briefly from the forests on each side of the ginger wolf, his eyes only left him for a few seconds. Perhaps worrying about the pack - specifically those who were missing or could possibly show up - shouldn't be on his mind at the very moment when the one pack member who was not directly welcome at this point in time stood there before him. He took a step forward as he settled into a more intimidating stance. The fur along his neck bristled and the muscles under his short pelt stiffened, but he did not flash his teeth or snap his jaws. All that needed to be in order was a simple warning and the hope that they would be heeded. If they weren't, then the leader would not hesitate to back up his command with more disciplinary actions.


Leave us."

When Borden stood up to block the den, a flicker of anger lapped at his heart. But he did not act upon it, for once, because he could now sense how delicate this situation was, and he wondered if Borden had talked to the white cult leader. Had he been told about that fiasco at the den? If he had, had he retracted his proposal? That simply wouldn't do. Kiche intended to raise those puppies whether he had permission or not, but it would be a whole lot easier if he did. Maybe Borden hadn't been told, though. Maybe there was a chance that Kiche would be able to talk to him, and explain things from his point of view. That gave him a little hope, just enough to stand there and maintain a straight face that he even managed to bend into a warm smile. "Congratulations," he breathed, still smiling.


Without warning, that other heathen, the dark one that had attack him, appeared. For a moment, his smile disappeared, his face blank as he swung his head to look at her. She was an angry little number, locked and loaded, snarling at him as if he posed a threat to the puppies. Really now. These heathens are so stupid! As much as he wanted to react, to return her snarls, to damn her, he knew he could not. That would forever ruin his chances. Her condemnation could wait for another day. Instead, he hoped back lightly at her command, exhausting all of his willpower to form a sickeningly innocent smile on his muzzle. And then even the cult leader said that she didn't want him here. Did everyone insist on making this so difficult for him? He threw a glance at Borden as if he was looking for help, someone to back him up. As far as Borden was concerned, this behavior could have been completely unwarranted. He painted his face into the picture of harmlessness, of purity, his ears flat and his eyes wide. Even his tail sank and knocked about at his heels.


It became increasingly difficult to maintain his smile, though, when she began to rattle off names of plants that she imagined had some sort of medicinal value. Bull. Shit. If this was heathen medicine, it was sinful medicine, and it broke Kiche's heart to know that he could do nothing. To step in would completely ruin all of his hard work. But if he did nothing, the pups could be damned, and that would make his work much, much harder. All he could do was stand there, slightly crouched in his most unoffensive manner as he tried to keep the pained look from creeping up to the surface and spreading across his features. The white savage even thanked her, which made him sick to his stomach.


Now that suddenly even Borden was turning on him, Kiche began to wonder if he should perhaps say something. Not to them, those senseless, godless, violent women. Borden. He was easily the most rational savage Kiche had ever met. He could do something, couldn't he? But Kiche did not dare walk closer to address him, since, for the meanwhile, he was probably as close to the den as he was going to get for awhile. And he probably shouldn't mention their agreement, lest it inflame the females. "Borden, I apologize for whatever it is that I did wrong. You know that I would never harm your children, that goes against every fiber of my being. Please, tell Jayse that I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. Let me stay here," his tone was pleading and soft, a voice that he usually saved only for Aisling. If only she was here. She would have helped him. As it stood, this was the hardest thing Kiche had ever done on his own. It felt dirty.

At first, until Elettra moves towards the den's opening, the lady's words are muffled- not hearing the comment on behalf of Kiche being here. Now Elettra was on her belly, lowing those herbs to the ground, pointing which one were which, though she should take in both if all possible. She did not see her leadess, for she did not push the boundaries in order to look into the den in order to do so, for the woman was a one to cherish hierarchy and always had, despite her beliefs in her own nobility. She'd made herself a name in this pack already, a sturdy mark and with Jaysyek's words, a small smile played at the corners of Elettra's pale gray lips, her silky black ears back, a soft expression touching her. Elettra knew herself not to be the best of healers, had met many far outstanding her, but the chance to prove her worth had been allowed by these Girzzly Hollow wolves and Elettra had no means to stray from this.

"Thank you- and I will." Her rougher tones ease from her mug, a strong promise that she would stick around, if only to trot the area, looking out for predator of any kind, as well as prey which could be used to once more gather her alphena's strengths. Now Elettra was lifted again to full height, turned her body around so she was more in line with her leader- shoulder to shoulder. She was ready to walk off, keep her distance and stand guard in order to by the leading couple a time alone, when the omega of the pack began his plea-begging, like a dog. Her scarred nose wrinkled, eyes narrowing upon him as her body became taunt. "Do you dare disregard your alphena's word with your begging?" Her hackles rose, tail lifting. He had no respect for the balance of a pack and this was something Elettra could not tolerate. How much longer could she stand sharing a land, a home, with such filth?! If he disliked living amongst wolves, then he should not hold the grace of living amongst them! "Leave, omega!" Her words were a roar now, edging in an end with a snarl, her skull pushing back in protection, head level with her spine. For now, of course, she held back, waiting on Borden's next move.