Sanguine Cove made of stone

It had begun to take. She could feel the subtle changes in her body, and after three litters she knew that she would be expecting her forth. It was hitting harder than it normally did, and even now she found herself exhausted as she chose to take a light snooze in the pack’s herbal storage rather than continue sorting through them to put them away. Her mouth would slowly open, a silent roar of a yawn slipping out as her eyes drooped and she began to snore lightly… such a sight to behold anyone who might stumble upon her.

Her scent had begun to change, marking the finality of what she and Nash had produced. Her paws lightly batting at the air randomly in her sleep… restful, but fitful at the same time… confusing, but something she was not aware of… that was, until she jolted awake, not able to remember why she jolted awake, only that she did… and so she laid her head back down, not asleep but most certainly drowsy.

Aquene Slayer

the night comes down like heaven

She was getting used to the place.

Ally couldn't help but wonder if her dad would be mad at her for coming here, for staying when he'd been so clear about how dangerous it was. It didn't feel dangerous... until Nash had told them all to stay put. He'd seemed so angry, a look she hadn't yet seen on the leader, and now she felt it best to avoid him. Chan had said he was a good man, but that didn't mean much to the young girl still getting a feel for those around her.

She tried not to hide so much, though. She wanted to be useful while she was here, and then maybe they would help her find her dad, or help her get back to her grandpa. He would know where dad was - dad was probably with him. That's where she'd left him, anyway. When she caught a whiff of her grandmother's scent she turned toward it instead of slinking off. Of all the wolves here, Aquene was her favorite. "Grandma?" she called as she approached. She seemed to be napping, and Ally hesitated, ready to turn around and creep away if the shaman really was asleep.

The gentle words of her granddaughter caught her attention, her eyes lazily dragging open as she offered them a soft smile. There was nothing other than kindness in her eyes as she leaned her head towards her, a light chuff of a greeting as she regained her bearings. She had been doing her best to keep a close eye on Ally, even if the girl was not fully aware that she was watching. The last thing she wanted was to see another child die on her watch because she had been spread too thin… and so Ally and Magg had been her focuses since they arrived.

“Yes dear?” She’d ask gently as she slowly began to push herself up. “Is everything okay?” There was a hint of worry, wondering if she’d scraped herself up and needed her aid… she still needed to find a way to get word to Archer… word to the Backwater as maybe they might know where he was. Aquene didn’t know where to start since he had disappeared once more to search for Ally after arriving at the borders and asking if she was there. If only it had lined up a little better! Then she’d be with her father.

Aquene Slayer