She stirred during her rest. A dream so monstrous and unbelievable was playing like a cinema movie in her head, it was so life like that she mimicked the movements of her imaginary self as she slept, a soft whine would come from her mouth every so often as the scene continued to play out. In her dream she was fleeing something so dreadful, its form was unidentifiable, but she ran on long and hard on slender legs, jumping over fallen trees and through crowded bushes in her attempt to outrun its dreadful screams. It was only when her imaginary self fell through a dark bottomless hole that she jerked away, her heavy eye lids blinking quickly to clear her vision. The area around her was dark and warm, only sparse amounts of daylight peeped through the entrance of Lachesis's den, as a musk of fresh herbs and dirt filled her nostrils. She had no idea how she'd gotten here, who had brought her, and just where she was, but that was the furthest question from her mind--she wondered instead who this white wolf was that occupied the space with her.


He was silent as she stirred, swirling dirt around her wildly in attempt to hide in the darkness of the den, a corner of his den Delitescent her dark body whole, where comfortably she growled. She wanted no part of his company but was too frightened to move for the den's entrance, in fear that he would bite at her unguarded backside. Instead she attempted to look larger then she was, her hairs raising high along her back; the growls she emitted becoming louder, threatening him to come closer. She was a poor fighter, much smaller then she had been days before, and her strength was nearly gone from her, but she would fight this male if she needed to...she only hoped she didn't have to.

Her energy was so drained that growling became a chore, so much so that her tone lowered despite her attempt to seem like an intimidating threat to the alabaster male. His eyes glistened like her own in the darkness, accentuating his size and the features of his face, but she was too disorientated to tell if the male was older then herself--all that mattered to her in that moment was his size. He was larger then her, even intimidating without seeing his spider like limbs, and she was too afraid to see what he could do with his to get his way, therefore she obeyed his command. She still took this opportunity to fill the den with her own voice, heavily accented , as a means to defend herself. "What do ju mean ju saved me life?" she wondered, hardly noticing the fresh wound on her paw.


She didn't remember fainting, and barely recalled her encounter with the rabbit badger that had caused so much ruin in her life, but his reason was sound. There were little reasons for a male to capture another wolf, especially female, to there den except for forceful pain or reasonable healing. Looking at Lach, she could tell that this male was not going to harm her, in fact, when she looked at her leg she noticed the work he'd put into making it heal. "What is dis?" she asked, her accent thick on her tongue, "Tis smell funny..." she recoiled from the stench of herbal rub on her leg. "wait, what happened to me?" she wondered, her head cocking to the side. Thoughts that this male had harmed her swirled in her head, but she wanted nothing but to push this idea from her head, he was her savior, not her captor, right?

He remained calm, an attribute she admired considering how confused she'd become since waking up in his den. She was afraid and lost, what wouldn't frighten her more seeing a male sharing the same den as herself? She inhaled deeply, calming her nerves and the shaking feeling that had overcome her since speaking with this male. She wasn't scared of him per say, but the unknown outcome of her safety scared her but his reassuring words helped calm the uneasy feeling that had developed since waking up. Once she was no longer shaking she found her voice again, just as thick with an accent as before, Thank you for being so honest." she finished, glancing once more at her wound. Lachesis had done a wonderful job at keeping it from bleeding, but the pain still overcame her despite the medicine she'd received, there was no doubt in her mind that it had become time for her to get some more pain medicine. She took the offering he'd given without speaking, feeling the ooze of berries fill her mouth, the sweetness from the berries overbearing the taste of the root.

At mention of his leader, Maksim, her brow furrowed as she neared him, inhaled his scent deeply, and shook her head. He smelled different then the scent she remembered, she assumed that Maksim was the name of the wolf that her nose remembered the most. "So who are you?" she asked, deciding not to give her name until he spilled his own, and in response to his question, "I'm sorry, but no I barely remember anything. I was jus walking, minding me own buziness." she wasn't sure exactly why she had returned but with the weather the way it was, she was appreciative for the company and warmth of a pack. "wait, I remember my fight with a badger, it was a temperamental creature and bit my leg. I didn't think it was that bad of a wound." she was appreciative for his bravery and the services he'd offered her despite being a loner. "how long am I allowed to stay here, in this pack?" she wondered, her head cocking to the side.

She appreciated the kindness he showed in giving her the time and space she needed to digest all that was happening, his reassuring words made her feel that she would be able to gain control over the circumstance in her life. She only hoped the wound wouldn't mean permanent damage to her foreleg. When he mentioned his name she gave a smile, her ear flicking backward in a relaxed state while she mulled over his duty to the pack--he was proving to be a excellent healer to the pack. "You could have fooled me Lachesis," she started, producing another smile,"I would have thought you were seasoned in what you did," his teacher should most definitely be proud. When he mentioned her wound once more she cast her glance in the direction of her paw, producing a sigh that could not go unnoticed in such a small space, if he said she would get better, then she believed him.


The silence between the built until Lachesis deemed it appropriate to finally know the name of his company, it wasn't a strange request by any means but she couldn't be sure what name to give him. Like Lachesis, she too had another name but so few knew of one or the other that she assumed she could produce either one to him, but she went with one that could easiest be pronounced. "Bastet." her voice grew lighter, almost airy as she stared into the eyes of her savior, before quickly averting her gaze for fear of disrespecting him. She meant no harm in this meeting, surely she had spooked him enough during the first few moments, she needed not to give him the wrong impression. "Will I need to see you...often?" she wondered, coming once more on the topic of her stay in the pack land. Surely, others would have thought that she over stayed her welcome, but being that she was injured maybe they understood her situation and sympathized her need for a safe home--otherwise she would have been chased out days ago.