Much time had past since the last time she had seen a stranger on the borders. The male she had seen before ended up being her friend but the first time they had met it had been unfortunate. One of her packmates had lost her cool on the last loner that had ran into the borders and she could only hope that as she watched the stranger now that she wouldn't appear. Nina had recently been doing her rounds and she came upon a male stranger. He seemed quite young but she couldn't tell from the distance. After many scents drifted towards her nostrils she popped her head up. He was moving. . .towards the fawn. He was, oh so close, to the borders and she knew that this encounter would not go well . . .her packmates would find out about this soon enough.


Watching the male eat was quite queer but she wasn't going to move until he was a threat. Which he wasn't at the moment. . .but then Volkan came. Pricking her ears she immediately jumped up from her position and strolled towards her packmate. Volkan would be more of a danger to him than he would be to any of us at the moment. After the recent encounter with Koda Nina wasn't going to risk anything. . .especially not another injured wolf around. One piercing emerald eye watched the two wolves and Nina approached Volkan licking her chin in respect before catching Sloane's last words. What was their names? Twitching her ears she watched him with a calm eye and a terrified voice escaped the female, "I am Nina. It's a pleasure to meet you."


The way her voice came out made Nina wince. She sounded terrible, her scared voice now a curse to her. Damn her brother. He had hurt her. Nina's appearance now was not a pleasant one. One of her eyes shut. . .her back leg twisted at an awkward angle and scars along with scabs covering her pelt. She looked more disheveled than a rapid rabbit. She took the silecne as her time to sit and make herself comfortable. Just standing hurt her and she regreted making her appearance. She was no longer the beauty that she used to be. Her fur was no longer silky but more soaked in dry blood. . .for when ever she moved too much her scabs would open, soaking her in her own blood. One emerald eye watched everyone and her other was shut, locked up tight. Ash had left her for dead. . .but Koda and Chantille had helped her grantly. Thank the Lords for the male.

She wasn't sure if she'd been expecting an answer. Nonetheless, the male obliged her with perfect politeness, even offering her some of the kill, purportedly a fawn. Briefly her head lifted as she took in his scent again. Certainly a loner*. Generous of him to offer. Inwardly she committed herself to remember his name: Sloane.

She met his gaze with a hint of a smile, pleased with his attitude so far, and was just about to answer his question when she became aware of Nina's sudden presence. What the—?

A sinking feeling plunged into her stomach. Silver-blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly, she gave her packmate a once over after accepting her lick. Never mind the respect— what in the hell had happened to Nina? Quickly, fiercely, she shot a glance to the green-eyed female, one that demanded an explanation. Never mind her previous annoyance with their most recent encounter; that wasn't important anymore. Someone had gone and fucked Nina's shit right up. That wasn't okay. The two of them were going to have a talk right after this, if Volkan could help it.

Yet Nina introduced herself to Sloane like nothing was wrong, although her voice came as a shell of its former confidence. Volkan nodded, a somewhat graver emotion having washed over her colorless visage, though she knew the loner had nothing to do with it. [dohtml]"Volkan,"[/dohtml] she added. [dohtml]"Our pack's near here, Copper Rock Creek. Nice of you to restrict your hunting to outside our borders,"[/dohtml] she appended with a little grin, in reference to his kill.

Not usually a wolf to smile politely unless she meant it, Volkan returned Sloane's words with a pleasant expression. She was glad he wasn't causing any trouble, and glad that she wasn't in a mood that would lead to an awkward encounter. Still, curiosity about Nina's severe injuries was nagging at her, and the intensity of her thoughts lingered in her eyes. After Sloane spoke and a short silence washed over the scene, a realization hit her. Her gaze narrowed briefly, then moved to the male before her again.

[dohtml]"Sloane,"[/dohtml]she said, repeating his name. She liked the way it sounded; it seemed to suit him somehow. [dohtml]"I hate to say this, but there's something Nina and I need to discuss,"[/dohtml] she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of apology. Gently, with head tilted to one side, she issued him a nod much like the one he'd given the two females moments before. [dohtml]"I hope you understand."[/dohtml] From the look that had crossed his face at Nina's entrance, part of Volkan hoped he would oblige them and let them have a moment alone.

[dohtml]"But with any luck, we'll see ya around, right? The Creek could really use a hunter like you."[/dohtml] Finally, she flashed him a grin, though it was short-lived, as her attention quickly went to Nina at her side. With a little jerk of her head, she motioned for the green-eyed wolf to follow her, and with a final glance at Sloane, moved swiftly off into the nearby woods.