She was oh so lonely, yet the last remaining spark that lie near dormant in her heart made her give an ultamatum to the world. That even if she was no good, and uncared for unless she was nearly dead, she owed these wolves her life and so would strive valiantly and painfully to keep them safe and alive. Even if, in the end, it really would cost her her life. She cared not of the consequence anymore, for now there was nothing but duty. Namara would carry it with all that was left of her, till the end. She had set off still knowing that being out was probably not healthy for her recovering body and the limp that still plagued her hind leg, but she went anyways, she could not stand being stuck in the den for another second.

Onward she tread keeping the border close by and marking it accordingly. Her mind drifting away from the hurt to that one short moment she had where she could remember Ash being there and she had felt secure. Why she didn't know, but she had felt it surely enough. For some strange reason she felt an almost tender connection with the brute, but that was the extent of it. She had no idea who he really was, or why he was always so angry, nor why he seemed to have so much distaste for Kamota, sure he was to the point of near incompetence but he was a good hearted wolf and he tried. Namara however just was what she was, nothing more nothing less. I just don't understand why he would seem to have a problem every time I turn around, yet show up to help save my life. In truth she guessed it was because he was bound by duty, but still he never had to protect her, and she would never ask.

Lost in thought her head whipped around as the twig snapped, and her heart sped up long enough, to tense her muscles and cause a spasm of searing pain to shoot through her body. "Dammit." She hissed as the blinding pain subsided, she let her eyes focus and began to creep towards the noise, it was Behind her, fear wrapped cold fingers around her spine as she inched closer thinking frantically about whether or not it was a hostile wolf. until at last she saw his face. Half hidden by the bushes but the other half lit by the full moon. really? really? Her anger began to rise, but before she let it hurt again, she breathed very deeply calming herself to a simmer. Be it time of year, or the full moon she could not tell. But the anger drained from her as she gazed at his features. No, he was not the bad guy, just misunderstood. "Ash? Is that you?" She asked in an almost soft voice. Though still just as blunt as ever.

The sharp his of pain coming from Namara almost had him flying out of the bushes and to her side, but instead he kept his spot on the edges and in the shadows, where he belonged. Unfortunately, he knew the female to be a curious wolf and he was not surprised when she instantly turned to investigate the sound of the snapped branch. With her paw steps came the soft voice, with the same tone of voice that she had always used with him. With an aggravated snort, he stepped out of the foliage, his bulky shoulders pushing the branches and leaves out of his way as he stepped into the clearing where he could clearly been seen. His mossy green eyes seemed slightly brighter in the light of the full moon as he stared down upon Namara. No other wolves were here and he wasn’t in much of a mood to demand anything from her, and so keeping his stance neutral all he did to assert his dominance was lifting his head way higher into the air. They were alone and to be truthful, he had never had a problem with Namara submitting to him and so he simply kept his tail neutral.

His mind almost instantly skipped to sarcasm when wanting to answer her, but knowing better he simply replied in a polite tone of voice, “Yeah…it’s me. I was just going out on a patrol. I forgot that I had given you the shift tonight.” A voice whispered softly in his head, the sound of a female, though he couldn’t pinpoint who it was, echoed in his head, Silly, Ash. You are such a bad liar. You do not forget things when it comes to your job. The sweet voice was so familiar, so calming, he almost just wanted to lean into it and listen as whoever the voice was whispered into his ear as he fell asleep. The voice was as silky and smooth as honey and it calmed him down to great extents. The anger and stress that he had been feeling slowly faded into the back of his mind, his eyes watching the smaller form of Namara as he walked closer. Trying to change the subject away from his direct lie, he spoke, “How are you feeling, Namara.” The voice echoed in his voice again, If you are going to make your lie believable can you make your questions actually sound like a question and not a statement? Biting his tongue to stop himself from repeating the sentence that was suppose to be a question, he waited, hoping that she wouldn‘t notice his two slip ups.