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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] The great Kastiel? The brute wasn’t accustomed to hearing compliments and praises, but it seemed the wolves in this pack where grateful to call him there brother. Kastiel had never had high self esteem, but he had never really been effected by a low one either. The dream had hit close to home however, and the wave of despair that layered the pain of his injury threatened to bring him into sadness. A shock ran through Kastiel’s spin as all expressions of joy slipped from Spirit’s face. The change of tone from light to serious was unexpected and left him reeling. What was going through her mind? In a moment of fear he wondered if finally she was taking to his warning and was becoming weary of being in his presence. It was bound to happen at some point, for her to realise the bad luck emitting from every decision he made. No... He couldn’t think like that, he couldn’t allow it. He was the beta of this pack and it was his job to look out for it and it’s Alpha. It was the accursed weakness that bit into him now from this injury that opened him to feelings of helplessness. He was strong, and he would be strong again in time enough when his injuries had healed. He had never doubted his ability to look after the alpha and he would not begin to know. His eyes moved back to Spirit, his gaze steady once more. It was his feelings for her that made him worry so much for her. He didn’t even understand the feelings, but they where there, judging his every word and action. She told him that her next words where her secret, maybe something in the past that clung to her now, something that defined her. Her gaze dropped from him, as through she was embarrassed on what she was about to say. “I will keep your secret, if that’s what you want” He whispered softly, encouraging her to go on. Maybe she needed to say what was on her mind, especially if she had never told another wolf. When she told him what the other wolf had done to her, what he had said marks of anger showed on his face, he even growled softly under his breath, his eyes urging her to go on. “Spirit, if that wolf was half the wolf you where they might have had the sense to be honoured” He murmured softly, wishing he could stand and move to her side and comfort her. However his injuries hurt enough lying down, he was afraid of re-opening his wounds if he stood. “If another wolf ever treats you like that again, Spirit, they will have me to deal with. This I promise you...”

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Sighing, she attempted to regain her emotions and herself for that matter, feeling the world around her spinning. Confessing such a thing had taken a larger toll on her than she had certainly expected. He said he would keep her secret, and she believed him with all her heart. Of course, within the subconscious of her mind she felt that there was a chance he would talk about it, but there was too much trust within her heart for the male to allow such thoughts to become prominent within her mind. She usually ignored things like that, because they often caused pain, if not to her then to someone else. It was something she preferred to avoid greatly and she did not like to harm others, it was the last thing on her list. It was only first when someone she cared for was in danger, when someone else was threatening them. ”I'm glad you can keep it a secret...”

When she had spoken, the growl under his breath that she managed to catch told her he was greatly displeased with these things. However, at the moment there was nothing that could be done about it. That male and her pack were far away from here and she was hoping to never see them again. Her mother was one thing, though, it was truly the rest of that pack that she didn't care for. Her ears twitched and a small smile fell on her face. ”Honored? That depends on the person, my friend. Besides, that male had slim to no sense at all. I could have easily overturned him in a fight. Sadly, he was the only one who could last longest in a spar against me. That's why my father chose him.” She shook her head and chuckled, trying to push such thoughts in the deep recesses of her mind, hoping not to fish them back out again. She would if she needed to, though, and if anyone asked. It had felt good telling him about it, like a boulder lifted from her back.

”I appreciate that you care for me in such a way. Since I haven't seen you truly angry, I can't imagine what would be in store for another wolf that could hurt me like that.” For a moment, she found herself picturing Kastiel getting into a fight with the wolf she had once been betrothed to, ending up winning and literally burying him up to his neck in the dirt. She felt herself laugh at her imagination, realizing she was probably taking it too far there. Not that she doubted her beta. In fact, she was rather sure he could do it if he really wanted to. Snapping back to reality, she got to her feet quickly and gazed around. ”Well, since you can't be moved right now, I guess I could try to make a makeshift den... I don't want your wounds to be reopened. That would be the worst thing to happen.” She was gazing around all the while, picking out specific things that could shelter them for the night. She'd simply drag over random bushes and whatnot, at least what she could dig up.

Spirit trotted away for a few minutes, digging up decent sized brush that she could, snapping them off if possible. It was fall and they would die off soon, but she wanted to give some of them a chance to grow back when spring came around again. She piled these things rather closely around her friend, building something akin to a mini fort, and attempted to weave some of the branches together with her teeth. Most did so, and it stuck together well. She stuck the large end of the branches, the ones without foliage, into the ground so it would not move. Just from the now fading light she could tell that night would be approaching soon, and this was the best option at the moment. There was no wind, as there usually wouldn't be in the trees, and that was a good thing. When she finished the outer part of the mini den, she dug out a shallow hole within it, having to go around Kastiel to do so. She gently removed the dirt from underneath him the best she could. This formed not only a small earthen edge to the small den, but a more comfortable spot for them to sleep in. The dirt beneath the topsoil was soft.

”There.” She stepped back to gaze happily upon her work, which was a little misshapen because of her rush to finish it. ”It's no den, but it works for now. Where I used to live, my pack would do this with the snow when the dens were unavailable. Like hunting and getting caught in a snowstorm on the way back. Not quite the same, but it's the best I can do.” For just another moment, she turned and vanished through the bushes, taking off with a run. She recaptured the scent of the rabbit she had been onto earlier, glad to find it was nearby. She stalked it closely, soon cornering it near a tree, and pounced upon it. She silenced it swiftly with a bite to the throat. Her fangs dug into the juicy flesh and she was tempted to devour it as she headed back to Kastiel, approaching the font end of the den and lowering herself to slither inside. There was tight spacing, but it would have to work for now.

Spirit placed the dead rabbit in front of him and turned herself around carefully, settling on the ground beside him. Once more, she pressed her dark fur to his, supporting his side and offering what warmth she had. She reached out and nosed the rabbit closer, then softly licked his cheek in an encouraging way. ”Eat it, you'll need the energy more than I do.” Through willpower, she sharply managed to silence her stomach when it was about to growl at her. She wanted him to eat the catch, not herself. He needed it, and though she was hungry, she would not ask for any. She laid her head on her paws and watched him intently, waiting for him to eat.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel gaze as it fell upon Spirit was fond. He trusted this wolf more then any other member in the pack to be able to look after there Alpha and the territory. Obviously, with Kastiel injured he would be unable to put up a good fight against any invaders – but it certainly wouldn’t stop him from trying. As for the herds and the coming winter, maybe he could ask Spirit to help him prepare now that he would not be able to put as much energy and time into it as he had prior to this day. It was true that Kastiel hadn’t been angry not even once well he was in this pack. In fact, it had been a long time since anger had spurred on the Beta. He knew how over-ruling such an emotion was, and he would never let it control him again. Not like he had let it do so once... After a moment, Spirit’s words returned to his wound, she spoke of a make-shift den because she didn’t want to risk re-opening Kastiel’s wounds. Of course she was insistent on looking out for him, it was the kind of wolf she was. This had begun with his only thought to defend and look out for Spirit, but it had ended with the other looking after him. He smiled at the she-wolf, despite the ache the injuries brought to his side, and the weakness that shifted through his veins. He hated the idea of being a burden to Spirit, but there was no one he would rather be at his side in this moment then her. He could only watch as she set to work, it was slightly time consuming and she was a busy worker, moving back and forth from him to the forest, dragging the bushes and what ever else she could find. She piled them around them, pulling them together so the wind would not push through them and push them apart at a moments notice. It wasn’t as weather-proof as there dens, but certainly it would do for the moment. “Not a bad job, good thinking Spirit” He complimented her, sighing as he put his head in his paws. He was so tired... he wasn’t use to such a lack of energy. He kept himself healthy and busy in every day, and well there where times he pushed himself past his limits it only proved to make him stronger. To feel so weak, and helpless, to watch others work around him... The beta decided to close his eyes, only for a moment as Spirit worked around him, completing the make-shift fort. “There. The sound of the other’s speech had hi stirring, and his eyes blinking closed. The darkness around him was more then simply from the canopy – even the green light was fading now. This told him that a great deal of time had passed. Night was falling now, and intentionally or not he had slipped into sleep as Spirit worked. Slightly embarrassed that he had left her to do it all herself he sought out her face to see how she was fairing. Even as he watched, she turned and raced from him and quickly vanished from sight. He moved his head from his paws and tasted the air, only just catching the reminisce of the prey that lived somewhere near by. Understanding came with the scent, and he could only shuffle position slowly and wait for his friend to return. Sleep was definitely not evading him. He slipped in and out of it easily enough, certainly it eased the pains of his side when he was drowsy or in the embrace of sleep. Spirit was entering the den now, he could hear her movements and the familiar scent of his friend was a comfort. That of a fresh kill was also in the air, and he understood why as she pushed the prey towards him. Mixed feelings came from his stomach, one from hunger that told him to eat and regain his strength. The other from a woozy feeling of his pains, threatening to turn him off his food. Knowing the second way would only lead to his death, he softly thanked the other and took a bite of the rabbit. Warm food entered his mouth and slid comfortingly into his stomach, and he was thankful for the food. The feel of her coat against his was the next thing he realised, as she got comfortable beside him. He had a den, he had her warmth, and a kill she had gotten herself. There was not a single comfort she had forgotten, and clearly nothing she would not go out of her way to do for him. He took a few bites, half way through the small prey when tiredness had his eye lids to heavy to carry. “Thank you Spirit, but the rest is yours...” He managed to mumble out, before sleep over took him. The unfamiliar comfort of his trust towards Spirit, who lay beside him made his sleep deep, and fitful. Ooc: I'm really enjoying rping with you, Spirit

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All thoughts of her own wound had dissipated n the back of her mind in those moments, vanishing near completely. Her mind was definitely more focused upon her friend, not only on a way to make him better, but on a way to protect the male while he laid there and healed long enough just to get him back to the dens without reopening his wounds. However, she was not sure how that could be done so easily. He was in quite a bit of pain, she could tell from facial expressions and such, and moving him was dangerous enough. The wound had to be closed enough to a point that there was a slim chance of it opening again, but she knew that was the difficult part. One wrong move and he'd be bleeding all over the ground once more.

Spirit sighed slightly, but smiled at his compliment to her handy work. It wasn't much, but she had remembered doing it whenever there was a nasty snowstorm and they needed shelter from it, yet couldn't find anything. They'd dig into the snow and form makeshift dens out of them. With more than one body packed inside of it, it was always warmer than it seemed, which was a good discovery for her pack. With winter coming, she'd be able to share such things with her pack now. Though, they might not be needed, but one never knew when a snowstorm would take a turn for the worse and leave a wolf trapped in the cold to die. It was never a fun thing, devastating to those who lost their loved ones in such tragedies, but most times it could not be stopped. She didn't like these things to happen. She was no magician, though, and she had to provide what she could.

Turning to gaze upon his face, she saw the exhaustion that was beginning to creep through his fur. A small smile came to her lips. Cute... She thought. In the next moment, she found herself stunned with what she had thought to herself, and didn't quite understand why she had done it. Casting her eyes over his features once more, she realized that her thoughts were sort of dead on. She shook her head, pushing them away, wanting to focus more on his health and such. ”Sleep, Kastiel. It will be best for you. You need the energy. But, please...eat first.” She coaxed him gently, wanting him to eat the rabbit first and then sleep. He would need all of the energy he could get, especially with needing to move him soon. If she didn't manage to do that, then there were things bound to happen. The forest was dangerous enough on its own, but spending too much time there could attract unwanted enemies. Lerelm was much safer.

She simply nodded to his thanks to her for the rabbit, and then watched him carefully as he began to devour it slowly. While her own stomach moaned in silent protest, she made sure it did not make any real noise. She needed him to eat as much as he could, or he would get sick. He seemed to make it halfway through the morsel when sleep wanted to dominate. He spoke that the rest of it was hers. ”Thank you, my friend. Get some sleep, all right? I’ll be here in the morning. I won't leave.” Whether that was her stubborn side or her compassionate side kicking in, she knew that she would not leave him there no matter what anyone said. Torio could take care of himself for one night, couldn't he? She honestly wouldn't be surprised if he set out to find them at one point, having not returned to the dens that night. She didn't really care though. Kastiel was the subject at the moment.

Darkness settled in quickly, though the full moon cast a kind light upon them, allowing the female to see easier. Slowly, she consumed the rest of the rabbit while her friend slept soundly beside her, filling her stomach comfortably. She nudged what little remained of the corpse to the side, then scanned her eyes across the clearing they were sleeping in. While they were more than likely safe in their tiny makeshift den, there were still the chance of dangers lurking nearby. She didn't want to take any chances, so hours passed and nothing happened. It was when the first light of morning began to peek through that the exhaustion finally hit her. Her head lowered to the ground and her body curled close to Kastiel for warmth in the chilled morning.

Spirit golden eyes still glittered as her lids threatened to close down upon them. The tiredness became too much, and she released a gaping yawn. Resting her head beside her friend's, her eyes came to a complete close, sucking her mind into the comforting darkness. Her only thoughts as she went to sleep were hoping that Kastiel would be well when he awoke, and that he wouldn't try to leave should he wake before her.


ooc: indeed, same here! these two are fun to RP together.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel fell into the embrace of sleep and was swept away into its unchallengeable marvels. This time was more peaceful then the forced slumber that had fallen over him with the loss of blood. Less solid and more surreal, with the world around him shifting and changing, defying any laws of logic as any true dream did. Falling through grasps of reality until the world was lost from him, and his unconscious mind took fill control. A part of him could feel the warmth of his faithful friend beside him. It set his mind to ease, for he had never had another looking over him before. He had always been the caretaker, and even when he was weak with hunger or injuries, it had still been his job to care for another, or care for himself. The strange comfort of having this watchful eye let him slumber fitfully for the first time in a long time. Eyes blinked open for the warmth of the sun had shone pinkish-red behind his eyelids. Groggy and confused for a moment he looked about himself. Seeing Spirit, and feeling her warmth memory quickly returned to him. He was safe here, he was in a den created by his friend. He shifted just slightly under his weight, stretching, testing his abilities. The ache of the sore had lessened. Granted, it would be some time before it healed fully, but he felt less helpless then he had the night before. He looked over at Spirit now, watching as she slept peacefully in the warm sun. He remembered the confusion that had hit him the moments before he realised his injury. How he had looked at her, really looked at her, and something about what he had seen had sunk into his heart. Now that it was there it was unmovable, looking at this gentle, caring wolf he felt his own mind, this unwavering protective feeling that descended upon him. What was it about Spirit that made him feel this way? He took a deep breathe and began to move slowly, realising how Spirit curled close to him he didn’t want to risk disturbing her. He stilled himself, and instead looked at her peaceful face and felt content. Maybe he was not perfectly fit as he was, but he would defend this sleeping beauty with all his life. “Spirit...” He whispered gently, laying his head before her own and simply waited for his friend to stir.

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As darkness enveloped her mind, she felt safe floating there in an empty gray void. She saw herself curled up comfortably, resting with peace written all over her face, and beside her was a sleeping Kastiel. They were in their makeshift den and it took her a moment that she was seeing herself sleeping beside the male, as though she were outside her own body. The image, however, faded into a mist. Blinking, she had to wonder what was happening, but assumed it to be a dream in order to keep herself calm. There weren't many things that could bother the female so easily, but she could still be antsy whenever the emotion presented itself. Not being able to know what was really going on bothered her the most, leaving her to guess at everything, to take a stab in the dark.

Another image appeared, this time of the outside of Lerelm, the massively beautiful cave with the crystal clear pool of water at the very end of the path. The image went inside, where she saw herself in the water with Kastiel sitting upon the edge, staring down at her hopelessly. Spirit laughed, remembering the memory fondly. ”Dream or not, I do remember these times...” That day in Lerelm was also where they had met Haze, a shy female who had found the audacity to step into their boundaries and ask to join the pack. Such thoughts made her frown, remembering how Haze had suddenly vanished from the lands as Valmai had done. She missed her friends, her comrades that she had begun to call family, and she desperately wished for them to come back to her, just as her Alpha and Beta had finally done.

The next picture was in the Issimor Caverns, where Spirit had first met Kastiel. She remembered how she had wandered into the cave in search of a place to sleep, for she had been long exhausted after her travels. Kastiel's hostility at first had not been surprising to her, then the warm welcome from him and Torio into their pack as a Warrior, something she had always been proud to call herself. The picture only changed slightly, Torio, Kastiel, and herself still within it. However, this was in the forest a few days ago, when Torio and Kastiel had finally returned to Shiya and had come back to their pack. She remembered how difficult it had been to drag her furry butt out of bed just to go see them, but Torio's call had instilled hope within her, even though she did not have the energy to answer him back. The female grinned, reminded of how much she loved the two of them, how she was so close to them. They were her family now, and she could no longer deny that. Torio resembled that of a playful brother, while Kastiel meant something a little more to her.

The darkness faded.

Spirit found herself stirring with the rising light of the sun and the strong scent of her friend still beside her. Her ears twitched when he whispered her name, opening her eyes just slightly enough to see him lay his own head down. She smiled at him, moving her muzzle just enough to nudge his cheek, flicking out her pink tongue to lick it lovingly. He seemed well, and that made her happy, knowing that there was a great chance her work had paid off. She didn't want to move, though, as she had not slept long. It was barely dark when she had managed to drift off, leaving the sun to rise only moments after she had fallen asleep. Gazing about without turning her head, she could see rays of light peeking through the trees outside, though a very light shade of pink. It was still early morning, and she was near positive that she would still be sleeping had they been in their real dens.

She looked back to him. ”How do you feel? Does it hurt at all?” She asked him gently, her voice groggy, though stern in a way to tell him not to lie to her. Lifting her head, the Tundra wolf somehow brought herself to a standing position and stretched out her muscles. She arched her back, then extended her paws forward and brought her rump into the air, where her tail curled joyfully. However, she was still exhausted and even the stretch didn't do her much good. She settled once more beside her friend, pressing her pelt lightly to his own and resting her head gently upon his back. Silently, she sniffed at the would, able to barely see the green burdock leaves from where she was. ”It smells all right, and you seem better. Did you get enough to eat? Did you get enough sleep?”

In the moments following, she realized she sounded something akin to a mother.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel, as he lay his head down, was preparing himself for a wait. He would not stir the other wolf, and would simply wait until she had slept fitfully. He was made aware however, not long after, that the other was awake. Her nuzzle moved to nudge his cheek ever so gently. Her cold noise light against his fur, her tongue rough as it licked him in a friendly gesture. He found himself smiling, a gentle doggy grin as he parted his lips, his breath warm against her coat, and his own tongue found her cheek and a gentle lick was issued. His jaws stretched wider open, parting in a yawn that showed his reasonably clean teeth before snapping shut once more. The light outside was faint, but present. Filled with the colour of a sunrise was all the evidence he needed that it was still early in the morning. How ever the light was more present then it would have otherwise been in there customary den, and familiar shine upon his closed lids reached him earlier then it should have. He had not realised when he had awoken that it was still so early in the morning. Fatigue ran through his system and he was tempted to led it bring him back to slumber. He shook it off however with a defiant shrug of his head, disguised to Spirit as a simple morning stretch. Maybe she had seen it as it was however, or maybe she was simply worried about his injuries. What the case, her next words spoke of concern, questioning to see how he felt. Did his injuries still cause him pain? Cautiously, he began to rise. Now that Spirit was awake it was not disturbing her that worried him, it was testing his injuries that caused his slowness. He flexed, stretched and another yawn emanated from his jaws. “It’s still sore, naturally. But it’s no longer so fresh. I believe whatever you put on it to clog the bleeding has run its cause and it will not break free easily now. I feel comfortable enough to move around. I am only ashamed however that I will have to take it easy. It will make preparations for winter difficult to complete.” He was as truthful as he could be. He would not dream of lying to the other wolf, she would see right through it regardless if he told her he was perfect as through it had never happened at all. Spirit too had moved into a stretch, but for a different reason then the injured beta. She simply stretched out her muscles in preparation for the coming day. She moved back into a sitting position, and he followed suit. It was clear that she was tired, and he wondered if she had slept at all. The thought that her friend has kept watch over him throughout the night left a warm, content feeling in his stomach. All the same, she should have made sure to get a little more sleep then she had. Now she would be tired for the day. Her head rested upon his back, it felt comfortable there, the unfamiliar feel of another wolf so close to him was not unpleasant. He felt... content, in Spirit’s presence. “I slept well, dear Spirit, but I believe that you did not. We should hunt together this morning, it would be a safe way to test my current abilities and keep my strength” He gave his reasons clearly, he didn’t want to give her reason to make him stay. If she was to hunt for there breakfast, he wanted to hunt beside her.

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ooc: I think Spirit shall start to fall for him here, but be afraid of it.


She watched him carefully as he brought himself to a standing position, stretching out in order to test the pain he could have been feeling. Of course, she was warily standing there, waiting for him to hunch over in pain. Her muscles were tensed slightly, ready to jump to his aide the second he needed it. However, she was not sure why she was so determined on making sure he was well and safe. She knew that she would do anything for her packmates, but even at this point within her time in Airila, she almost felt as though she was going overboard. She didn't understand it at first, her feelings for Kastiel that is, but she knew she would have to wrack her brains a little more before she could pinpoint why the friendship was beginning to feel a little different, something...more.

Spirit relaxed some when he seemed all right, and after having settled beside him with her head on his shoulders, she sighed. She went over the words he had spoken. ”Don't be ashamed, Kastiel... Everyone here would be willing to help you in an instant. I know I would, because I certainly trust you a lot more than I’ve trusted someone in a very...long time.” She paused a moment to think about her own words, realizing that she was telling the truth about herself. She remembered telling him about what had happened to her in her past last night. While that wasn't the greatest thing to share, she had been trying to make a point to him that he could not hurt her any more than she had been already. ”You'd better be all right...” The words had honestly slipped out unintentionally, and she was unsure as to why she had said them. Unfortunately, everything was slipping her mind at the moment, especially with feeling his warm breath on her fur.

Dear...Spirit? That baffled her, when he spoke to her like that. She couldn't explain why he had done so, but she did know that there was now a rising heat within her skin. If her fur wasn't as dark as it was, then maybe the blush would be visible. She hadn't ever been spoken to like that, and it was honestly flattering. She knew he meant it with good intentions and that seemed to make the blush all the worse for her. She hoped he wouldn't notice the intense heat coming from her pelt. Her ears went back, mind barely on the fact that he spoke of hunting to her. ”Yes, let's...” Even though she had said the words, given the initiative to leave the small den, she did not move. She kept herself there with her head resting on his shoulders, feeling oddly at peace with herself. She didn't want to move, and she knew that.

Spirit moved her head slightly, pressing her face lightly into the base of his neck. Drinking in his scent, she felt almost disabled by it, as though she couldn't think properly. His fur was so soft and he was so warm. She did not want to go anywhere. ”You're so comfy...” She muttered, more to herself than to him. Her thoughts processed slowly, but she did soon come to realize what she was doing, what was involuntarily happening within her heart. What she was feeling now was the same feeling that she'd had when she had fallen for that male in her old pack, and it wasn't long after that feeling that fear arose in her chest. She pulled away abruptly, coming to her senses quickly, and stuttered, ”S-s-sorry... We should g-get moving.” She turned and left the small makeshift den, pacing a few feet away with her back turned to him. She sucked in a breath and gathered herself, lifting her head proudly to begin scanning for prey. Her mother's words rang in her head, though, ”You cannot choose who you fall in love with...”

She pushed it away and her eyes turned to the left. ”This way.”

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] When Kastiel had brought forth his idea of a hunt, he had quite expected her to protest. She was acting as his shaman for the time being and in a way that made her word higher then his when it came to his own health. At least in the situation where he was injured, and she was carring for him. He may hold a beta position in this pack, but he was wise enough not to argue with the one looking put for you so long as what they said made sense. When Spirit gave in easily, with no fight or annoyance to her words he was quite suprised. It seemed she liked the idea as much as he did and maybe the points he had raised where valid enough for her. However, despite her agreemen to the hun she made move to raise her head from his fur, or to stand in there little den. Obviously he couldn't really move until she did, not without moving her in the process anyway. Then, rather then moving away when her head lifted, she simply changed position and eased her head into the base of his neck. He found himself going perfectly still for a moment, knowing that it only took one, swift movement for someone that close to his neck to end his life. Maybe not suprisingly, considering it was Spirit and she was a packmate, he felt no fear for his life as she kept her head there. your so comfy She whispered, and oddly enough he started to feel almost light headed, finding himself giving a content sigh to her strange words. He didn't want to move eaither, all he could feel was her soft fur pressed against his. He could feel the gentle sigh of her breath as it brushed against his coat with every exhale she gave. He felt so... protective, something inside told him that if anything was to happen to Spirit now, it would kill him. It felt peaceful like this, with her. There was something about it that felt sim[ply right his thoughts of hunting where long forgotten. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and lie like this, curled against this beutiful wolf. The harmony was broken as the other pulled quickly away, her head jerking against his jaw as it pulled away. His breath came out in a weary sigh at the lose of the closesness that had just passed between the two wolves. Then he became worried, ears pricking and eyes serching for what had startled her. She began to starter, unsure of herself and indicate that they should leave. She turned and left the den abruptly without even waiting for his response, and Kastiel was left there, relling from his own emotions, and the fury of feelings that had emmintated from Spirit. He rose slowly, careful of his injuries and weary of his own head. What has passed between the two? He was not even sure. Certainly Spirit seemed to be uncertain of herself now, and it was only just dawning on Kastiel why... "Oh" He whispered, his breath leaving him with that single word. He was coming out from the den now, his eyes upon Spirit as he watched her scent for prey. "Oh..." He whispered softly, maybe he had been slow on the uptake but he had gotten there eventually. The beta had fallen for this fae, well and truly falling, and the earth seemed a long way down. Had he... gone to far in some way? being so content around her, was that what had pushed her from him? He should have kept better check on his feelings, he should have realised sooner... his stomach clenched and twisted at the thought of losing her to his own stupidity. Somehow, in the course of this time, her frienship had begun to mean the world to him.

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Spirit's mind wracked as she tried to focus on more than one thing at the same time. As she walked away from the makeshift den, she could hear Kastiel speak the same word twice, both seeming to be of a realization of some sort. Based on what he had said earlier, there was a possibility that he thought it was his fault she had moved away so quickly, scared by his own stupidity, as he had put it. However, it was not any fault of his own, but of hers. She was afraid of what she had felt and she knew that there was a chance it could end in disaster, as it had last time. She remembered falling so helplessly for that male in her old pack, remembered how she was to be happily mated with him, and yet...it had ended so terribly. Her heart still twisted at the smallest mention of love, especially when it came to a mating pair. When she had seen Kastiel and Haze that one day outside of Lerelm, she swore she felt something akin to jealousy as well as pain.

Sighing, she padded through the bushes and around the roots of trees, keeping her eyes entranced on her feet. She was trying not to trip over herself, or the items on the ground for that matter, and yet she still felt as though she was doing something wrong. Halting, she stared at the forest floor for a moment, then lifted her head and turned her body around. She faced Kastiel, should he be behind her as she would have thought such, and bit back her nerves. "Kastiel, don't think that my pulling away is your fault, because it isn't. It's just...in those moments I felt something I hadn't in a very long time, and I suddenly remembered how terrified of those feelings I am. It's not your fault; it's my own. Don't worry about me, though, all right? Everything will be all right!" She put the best smile she had onto her face, only to reassure him of what she had said and to put the strength behind her own words. In that second, she almost did not believe that things would be okay.

Spirit turned back around, mildly satisfied with herself, and lowered her head to the ground to scent out for prey. She padded farther and farther through the underbrush, searching for anything except rabbit. It took but minutes for her to find a relatively fresh scent of a deer, perhaps a younger one. She followed it silently, being sure to place her weight on her haunches so she wouldn't make a sound gliding across the forest floor. Coming to a tree, she peered around it carefully, spotting a young buck grazing on what little green grass remained in a very small clearing. In fact, she also saw some burdock nearby the deer, then realized this was where she had gotten the plant to seal her friend's wounds. She could see from where she stood that several of the leaves had been torn by sharp teeth, her teeth. She smiled slightly, for even she barely remembered healing the Beta the way she had. It had gone by so quickly, she hardly could recollect it.

The Tundra wolf turned her head back in mild excitement, ready for the kill nearly too early. "Ready, my friend?"

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel moved now from the den, the first time he had moved snce crumpling to the ground from his injuries. Luckily there had been no return of the bear, he wasn't sure what he would have done if he had been unable to protect Spirit from a second encounter. The beta felt stiff and slow in his actions as he stretched out and moved wearly, like an old wolf. Spirit had not waited for him but continued to move on through the cool undergrowth of the forest. The touch of the sun was a slow warmer and the cool air was still obvious aroun him, numbing the slight remains of pains in his wounds. It seemed at least to be conveniently placed in terms od when he moved he did not pull against his injury, and thus re-open the wound. It was slow going despite this, he felt weary in body and heart and the knowledge that it would be a while until he was a hundred percent. At least Spirit's slight healing knowledge seemed to have kept away any infections, and for that he was greatful. Speaking of the fae, she finally turned and faced him now. She seemed terrably troubled, but at least it didn't seem not like she was trying to escape him. Her words seemed to muddled, like she was afriad of saying exactly what had gotten to her, but admitting that something had was a step in itself. Her words however told him that she was frightened of losing herself to her emotions. Kastiel swollowed, but danced around the word she had not spoken far less then she did. "I've never been in love Spirit. I dont even know if I would know how... too long have I stood in the shadows and looked after others. It would frighten me, I've learnt that to have something means the chance to lose it" His thoughts where as muddled as hers, so he spoke instead what was in his heart, and hung his head unsure how she would take to his words. Spirit had turned then and begun looking for prey, the original purpuse of them coming out here anyway. She took them to a buck that grazed peacfully on a small patch of grass. By the looks of the food source, there prey wouldn't be hanging around for too long and they would have to commence this hunt very shortly. "Ready" He replied, and well normally he would be more then happy to lead a hunt, he left that duty to her this time.

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She had danced around the word love for more than one reason. She didn't want to make things awkward, by suddenly admitting that she had feelings for him. She did, and she was well aware that there was nothing wrong with that in itself, but something else worried her. She was afraid to fall into the trap that her emotions had set for her and were now just waiting for her to lower her guard long enough to be pushed into it. She did not want to be damaged by those emotions again, as she had the first time, though she knew that certain wolves would be better to her than others had. Kastiel was one of them. However, she was far too worried of losing herself in that once more and ending up hurt as she had been the last time this happened.

Spirit stopped and listened to his words, almost somberly. A small smile adorned her maw slightly. "Perhaps you should step out of the shadows more often, my friend. Staying in them may serve you in a way it can only serve you, but...sometimes it's best to try something different." What did she know anyways? She had been out in the light all her life, putting herself out there and being friendly towards everyone and everything that came her way. It hadn't been an entirely good thing all the time, but it had certainly made her who she was now. She couldn't complain, but she could think to herself how she didn't know what it was like to be in the shadows, to blend in the background as her dear friend seemed to do so often. She didn't have much right to say anything, but she cared enough to do so.

She sighed, turning to look at him once more. "Love...can be a terrifying thing, Kastiel, but it can also be an incredibly wonderful thing. There is nothing better in this world than love. Of course, there are different types. Love for family, love for a friend, or...love for someone you want to spend the rest of your life with." She was no expert on love, but she had been through enough to give a decent amount of advice about it all. "Each type of love comes with its difficulties, but it also comes with its prizes. All of it is something worth experiencing, and it's certainly nothing worth missing." That was all she could say about the subject, for she wasn't sure what else to say about it. She didn't know what other kind of comfort she could offer for the male, but the only thing at the moment she could do was wait for an answer.

Spirit crouched down and stared back to the deer. Her lip twitched slightly, the scent of the meat making her mouth water. Without a signal to her friend, she bolted from her hiding place and took off after it. The deer spooked and ran, the massive Tundra wolf right behind the creature. She had gone into an instinctive mode, not knowing if Kastiel was there or not, and her legs pounded harder to reach the animal. Soon, she was flanking one of its side and nipped at its shoulders hungrily. There was a throbbing in her own shoulder as she realized that her wound had reopened, but she was too far into the hunt to care at that moment. Despite the fresh blood seeping into her already dark fur, she could just taste the skin of the deer on her lips.

She made the final move and threw herself at the deer, tackling it to the ground. Avoiding its flailing paws and deadly hooves, she sank her white teeth into its throat and ended its life. She kept her grip on it, slightly wild-eyed herself, until it stopped moving completely. Slowly, she pulled her fangs out of it and licked the warm blood from her mouth. She craned her neck enough to lick her shoulders and chest, making sure she seemed presentable. Of course, she wasn't sure why she was doing so. She gazed around for Kastiel, her golden eyes sparkling. "Sorry..." She said quietly, a tiny innocent yet playful grin on her face. "I kind of took some initiative on that one myself." She waited patiently, despite the anxiety within her chest and stomach for his response.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel had not forgotten the story that Spirit had told him, the one that told of her past and the things she had gone through, what had driven her from her previous home and into this one. For Kastiel, there was something of a light in this tragedy, after all it had brought Spirit here and otherwise he would never have met this wonderful fae. However, he understood the meaning of her words and knew now that she may have been trying to tell him something. She was afraid of getting hurt once more, despite the fact that Kastiel was nothing like the wolf she had described he could understand how it might have shattered her full trust in males. This whole thing it seemed was painful to both parties Funny how fate decided things, one could not choose who to love and they certainly could not choose not to love at all. But for Spirit it was trust, and Kastiel knew that well it seemed to him like forever he had not actually known the fae that long and would have a lot further to go before he had earned that kind of trust from he. Not to mention he was not sure he himself was ready, he had never fallen in love before, because duty to his sister had blinded him from every wolf he had met. She was lost to him now, and it was never forgotten the failure on his side for this. He had a lot of thinking to do, maybe even a bit of soul searching. He had to know if he would risk it, to take the leap. If he became mates with Spirit it would be for life and he needed to know he could devote himself to her, that she was what he wanted and that he would never hurt her. The beta’s eyes had fallen to the forest floor, it would take a while to sort out his mind, but he knew in the meantime he would stick by Spirit, her friendship was still the world to him and he would not fail her on that side. Spirit’s words took him from his weary thoughts and his eyes met hers once more, and a smile took form upon his maw. “Sometimes it seems that being in a pack does not allow me to be exactly as I was. Friendship isn’t what I once believed it to be. It was for love and duty that I cared for my sister, but it was never friendship... a sad thought, but a true one all the same. My friendship for you and for Toiro requires more than protection from bodily harm, it means to walk with you, to talk with you and to understand who you are. In learning this, the shadows will never be as important as they once where to me” It was difficult for him to admit and to explain this, but it was out there now, and he tilted his head as he looked at his friend, wondering what she would make of him now. He was after all a strange wolf... His words fell away again, as Spirit spoke ones right from her heart, what she perceived of this world. “Love for family had in the past blinded me from every other kind. I will always miss the sister lost from me, and as much as this frightening world is now new to me, I would never give up what I have learned since joining this pack. A part of me almost wishes she would not find her way here, and take from me everything I have grown to love. It is so wrong of me to think this, but I can’t help it...” Things where getting terribly complicated, he was admitting everything of himself to Spirit now, Why... why give so much of him to her? He had never before been afraid of being judged, but looking into her eyes now he felt that fear for the first time. Without warning the wolf beside him bolted. She tore from the bush coverage and towards the prey that had brought them here. Startled, Kastiel’s ears flew back and he watched her for a moment. Determined not to be left behind he pulled himself straight into a dead-run. His legs cried out against the sudden speed, with no warm up or warning. His underbelly tingled with possibility of a fresh wave of pain, but he clenched his teeth and attempted to ignore his injuries. He kept his eyes on the other wolf, always keeping her in his sight, even if he was too sore and weary to properly catch her. He pulled to a halt as she triumphed over the deer, delivering the killing blow with a deadly beauty in her stride, avoiding the flailing hooves with an expert gesture and in moments everything stilled. His paws trembled for a moment, but the thoughts to them and his wounds where pushed aside as he looked at Spirit. She truly was magnificent, a deadly beauty about her seemed clear from her way with the hunt. “Rather well done” He admitted lightly, walking the last little distance towards her slowly, his eyes lost in hers. Ooc: Sorry for the long delay

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She did not have all the answers, and she could find nothing to say to him towards what he had said to her before she had bolted from the underbrush. She did not know what it was like to have a sibling. She would have had one at one point, had it not been for a territorial dispute that had overtaken what could have been her older sister. She had always done well, though, on her own. She had survived long enough until she found a home suitable enough to herself. This was it. She could not bear any longer to think of her old home, her old pack, the wolves she had once called family. They were long gone, left in the dust of her memory. Shiya was her home. Airila was her family.

Sitting there with the deer, desperately wanting to tear into its still warm flesh, was not helping the pangs of hunger leave the pit of her stomach. Spirit watched him carefully as he came towards her, eyes locked with her own. Her golden orbs were on fire, exhilarated from the running, the killing. She hadn't hunted like that in a good long while, because she had taken so little care of herself while they were gone. She had constant flashbacks and slight nightmares when she slept of the way that she had been. How she had not been able to keep up with daily duties to such an extent that she appeared emaciated herself. Her fur had been so ragged, for she had not cleaned in days, and it seemed the wind could blow her away.

Spirit shook her head slightly and continued to meet Kastiel's gaze. For a moment, she found herself swimming there in the never-ending blue, trapped and lost within their depths. It was only when her mother's famous words of "you can't control who you fall in love with" came to mind that she was able to break away, turning her head to face off slightly elsewhere. She came up with an answer to his first words to her. "You are a likeable male, Kastiel. More along the strong, silent type on the outside and caring when someone gets to know you. However, you are fiercely protective of your family, you packmates. I saw that in your eyes when we first met. I could tell you really cared that I was there, at first ready to kill me...then willing to let me in."

That was all the Tundra wolf saw in him when they in fact first met in those caverns. She remembered the day so clearly. How every move she made could set off a bomb within him, but then when she had asked for a home in these lands, it did not seem as though he could bring himself to say no. She smiled at the memory. It was one of her favorites, for the first impressions were everything. It was incredible how one move, one decision, could affect a whole chain of events. If she had not have asked for a home here then, where would she be now? Stalking the lands of some pack that had long gone? Running still from the ones she had called family long before her arrival here? She did not know.

Spirit then recalled his short story of his sister, how she was lost to him and how he wished that she would not come here. As cold as it sounded, there was logic behind it. "I was supposed to have an older sister, but she died in a territorial dispute before I was born. My mother named me Spirit because she thought my sister's very spirit was there during the birth." She chuckled lightly at the explanation that her mother had given her time and time again when she persisted in asking so many times. Her face fell slightly. "I do not find what you say to be cold or heartless. You are the brother, the one who has looked after her for so long. It's not in my place to tell you that you were wrong. Whatever decision you make for her is probably best."

Finally fed up with sitting there beside the deer, waiting for him to sit and worrying over his wound, she stood up steadily. She ignored the steadily growing pain in her shoulder, knowing that there was a chance of infection because she had not covered it up as she had to Kastiel's. The female approached him and immediately found herself wrapped in his scent. She couldn't help but press her muzzle to his shoulder again, burying her face in his soft grey fur. She felt drowsy, wanting to just sit there in that position and never more again. "How is your wound?" She managed to ask through the incomprehensible grogginess forming around her mind. She knew what was up, but she did not really want it to go away.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] To Kastiel the burning in her eyes left over from the thrill of the hunt was a look into her mind the fire inside of her that made her seem so impossibly strong. It was strange to think that this was the same wolf who had struggled to care for the territory alone in their absence. Admittedly it was a lot of work and even with the help of a pack he struggled to ensure everything was right before winter. He knew he would never be able to leave her alone again, the solitude had hurt her and that in turn hurt him. He could only hope that his Alpha would not have need to take him from her. It seemed Spirit was taking in something of him, as he took in something of her. She spoke now, and at her words he laughed softly – he remembered that, to think he ever saw this wonderful wolf as a threat through, he didn’t know. But her view of him, did she really think so well of the beta? He only wanted to do best by the pack, and she seemed to think undoubtedly that he could do so. Spirit rose now, this strong and prideful wolf that had come to mean the world to him. She moved towards him and there was (to him) an unreadable expression on her face as she pressed her mussel into his coat and seemed to let the worries fall from here. He was soon to realise there was a reason behind her surprising but soothing gesture, as she asked after his wounds. “They haven’t opened up – you seem to have done a good job with them.” The beta paused then, struggling with some internal thought. “Spirit, I will always be your friend” He finally murmured, pressing his own mussel into the fur around the side of her neck, as she kept her own mussel in her coat. He felt so at peace like this, like he had never done with another soul. He remained like that for another moment, taking in the familiar scent of the fae. But his stomach clearly had other plans for him, and with the overpowering stench of the freshly killed deer, hi stomach complained and wrestled to take priority in his mind. He sighed and lifted his head from Spirit. “Let’s not let your hard work go to waste”

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