She was not surprised when the runt of a brute left her behind. As he ran away from her, she felt something odd snap. It…it hurt her. Not once had she felt this sort of pain before. He was not around…and that was…wrong? No, no it couldn’t wrong. This was supposed to be right. She was supposed to be happy that he was gone. He had left her by herself, it was what she wanted! But for some reason, as he continued to run away she couldn’t help but feel the urge to follow. Yet following him did not follow her personal protocol. She was not a pack wolf. She was a loner. She could not heed or bow to anyone or anything. She was far too prideful and independent to attempt such a thing. This pain she was feeling inside was indescribable. It hurt worse than when she was attacked by her parents and pack. It was agonizing more so than when the mountain lion clawed her face. She took a step towards him and this pain seemed to get better, at least slightly. She could run after him. It would be far too easy to catch up to him. Yet right now…at this point she was in a crossroad. She could go after him, and be at his side. Yet he was weak. He allowed his own kind to boss him around, no an ounce of strength or independence was in him. All there was what an empty shell with a broken spine. She made her decision and she turned around, allowing the pain to numb itself. She did not need to be around this so-called attached wolf. After all…if he was attached to her…wasn’t he supposed to stay at her side no matter what? He didn’t this time…he ran off…he left her…who was to say he wouldn’t do so again.

Yet here she was lying down near the borders of Iromar. She had eventually made her trek here wanting to be close, but still so very far away. She had been walking too hard, carrying too much of her weight on her right side leg. As she walked through the snow she could feel her agile frame begin to weaken partly because the snow was getting thicker and heavier, forcing her to barrel through the snow, but the healing wound threatened to break if only a little bit. She needed rest. Yet she was a black wolf, and she would stick out from the snow like a sore thumb. Growling softly at her predicament, unable to find herself shelter for the rest of the night, she began to use her powerful claws to create a makeshift snowy den. She had learned this trick when she was younger…use what you had in order to survive. Sure, the snow as cold, but once she had a safe place that had walls, her body heat, circulating the makeshift cold den would end up making her warm. As she kicked up the snow she let out a soft snarl when she felt a twinge of pain in her shoulder. Turning her dial around she noticed that the healed wound had a tiny break at the point of her shoulder. Crimson trickled out, slowly. It was not life threatening, and she wasn’t concerned, but she knew she had to be ever so careful to make sure it wouldn’t get worse. Luckily for her, the little makeshift snowy den was small enough to cram herself in and keep herself hidden from others. Stepping inside she curled up in a very tight ball, covering her silver trimmed ebony tail along her tail, closing her eyes to sleep.

She would wake up when she felt her internal clock inform her that dawn was coming. Sapphire eyes would open, her eyes shifting to her opening, to look up at the starry sky. A tattered ear twitch when she heard a sound of someone coming. Growling softly she would curl in her ball tighter, knowing that her little makeshift tunnel had broken in the middle of the night. Her once warm back was freezing now as the snow shifted from her ebony form. Sighing softly, not too pleased her little den couldn’t make it through the night, her nose inhaled tasting a familiar scent along the bitter wind. Picking up her head she noticed the familiar form of the very wolf she didn’t want to be near, but got close enough to numb the pain away, approaching her. She heard his soft song to her, but she did not reply. Her howl wasn’t meant to be heard by others…at least not without a decent purpose. As he got closer she noticed how his body wasn’t screaming in a submissive way…which she rather liked, honestly she did. She could not tolerate weakness. But as he chanted to her, sapphire eyes narrowed as she turned her dial around growling softly as she laid it over her paws once more. If there was one thing she liked about the snow, it was the fact it could be used to numb the pain she was feeling from her healing wounds. She could sense his warmth as he laid beside her. Part of her wanted to take advantage of his body being there, wanting the heat to keep herself warm, but really she had too much pride. Without moving her head, her cold tone tumbled out with indifference.

“What are you doing here….Chael.”

It was the least she could ask. Though he would know she was tired and she was cold. Yet her pride was getting to the best of her. Surely, he would know that and at least attempt to do something for what is rightfully and truthfully his