Neha seemed oblivious to the rains. She didn't let the cascading torrents of water stop her from going out. It was dark, chilly and wet when she had set off, away from the lake. She hadn't made it far, considering it's shore was still well within eyesight. Her paws splashed through deep puddles of water, the mud squishing between her toes. She was seeking higher ground, somewhere she could get away from all the standing water. It'd only make her feel more chilly, more exposed. Her pale tawny coat had already gotten soaked and now it was a disheveled mess.

Not that she cared. She only cared for Aleister. She barely cared for herself. While she chose to stay close, a part of the pack, she was not yet certain with whom her loyalty lay. Aytigin had challenged her...taken the time to talk and listen. But then there was Nineva, who had gone out of her way to give her a shot at a new life. A new home. Which somehow, true to form, the Vuesain believed she had screwed up. Be it her fault or not, she felt torn in two. She stopped when Nineva called out to her, not far away. She remained with her back to her, unmoving except for a slight turn of her head, a subtle cue that she was listening.