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The clouds hung low that day in Shiya, resting just above the forest and allowing a few rays of sun to shine through them, beaming upon the ground and the branches with a brilliance that was unmatched by anything else in the forest. Except, perhaps, for the golden eyes that darted about in the darkness, searching for something to fill the owner's near empty stomach, and even that of a friend, if they wished to be of company. It was beginning to chill, as winter approached as steadily as it ever had, and even the wolves could sense that it would not be long before the first snow was upon them. It was getting cold enough already, but when winter finally came, the temperatures would drop even further, wreaking havoc upon the pack.

Spirit's muscles ripped in the darkness with each step she took closer and closer to the white hare in front of her, sitting there and eating grass unsuspectingly. Her golden gaze was locked intently on it, mostly black coat glimmering dimly in what little light there was. To those around here, she was just a shadow waiting to pounce upon any prey that wandered near. She hid in a bush just feet from the creature, oblivious to the danger that was on the other side of the small clearing the hare was within. For now, she was completely focused on getting herself something to eat, as she had been planning on doing all day since her patrols began this morning. Her stomach had started small, then eventually came to growl fiercely at her, demanding food.

She could only comply as she came upon the forest of her pack's lands and was now staring at the back of a delightfully plump rabbit. However, she did not notice the thing that was also eying the rabbit, and eying her as well. It was a young grizzly bear, hunting for some food that it so desperately wanted to catch for its mother. The rabbit had appeared good enough at first, but when the wolf showed up so silently on the other side, it could not help but to target her next. A wolf was much better than a silly old rabbit, especially as a prize to drag back to his mother. If the female were still unaware of its presence as she crept slowly from the underbrush, then it had the total advantage in the situation. It watched her near the ignorant prey, licking her chops delightedly as the scent of it invaded her olfactories, mouth watering in hunger.

Her muscles coiled like springs, ready to release their tension and send her flying on top of the prey, but something then stopped her in her tracks. The bear might have had an advantage, yes, but so did she, as it was being naïve. It was upwind of her and she caught the smell almost immediately, ready to throw her head back and howl to scare it off. Although, it lunged at her before she had the chance to and the rabbit scattered, fleeing into the safety of the forest. The Tundra wolf was knocked backwards by the bear, claws raking her shoulder and tearing through the skin, ruffling the fur. Blood seeped through the open wound, warm and sticky as it infiltrated her dark hairs. Her left shoulder began to appear glossy, but she didn't allow it to stop her as she retaliated.

The bear was not too big, so she curled her lip back angrily over her teeth and flattened her ears. A snarl worked its way from her stomach and through her throat, tearing out viciously between her gums. She leaped at the bear and closed her jaws down on its muzzle, biting at it and scratching it with her claws. She pushed herself back when it swiped at her once more and went for its side, digging her fangs into it deeply, trying to grab a hold of all the thick fur. Swiftly, it spun just enough to throw her aside with one mighty paw. She crashed into the roots of a tree and laid there a moment, feeling the breath being pushed right from her lungs. Stunned, she could not move from her injury as the bear moved closer, slobbering jowls seeming to grin. All the female could do was bark loudly in its face as it neared.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Border patrols where an important part of Kastiel's daily tasks. He easily spent hours eah morning and afternoon, moving across the terratory of Arilia, ensuring that the scent borders where strong and unmistakable to strangers. Morning has begun to pass slowly and the sky moved with the occasional, low clouds. The sun could have been brighter, but instead coward behind thin whisps of clouds. The glows that passed it's barriars where slight and barely powerful, giving the earth a murky glow. There was bare all sun to bath under and warm his dark coat. If anything this was a good thing, the excersie of moving and a fairly quick pace away from the borders now brought enough warm to the skin hidden beneath his coats folds. He had deer to scout out now, with winter approching he could not folter in his duties. The pack was steadily growing and there where plenty of mouths to feed. Pausing at the outskirts of the forest, a strange feeling tingled the beta's spine. The forest felt diffrent, something wasn't right here... but he couldn't figure out what. Rather then wasting time dalying over feelings, he continued forward until the branches of the trees bloated out the faint sunlight and he was cast in an almost-darkness. The deer should have been located a little more to the south, but as he moved he could catch no scent of them. He was weary, they shoul have been here for the remainder of the day at least before moving off, had someting frightened them? That was when he finally got it, he finally understood what was wrong here. The silence of the trees was worrying, the birds where silent in there tree tops, giving the entire forest a ghostly feeling. He pulled himself to a stop, lifted his head and tasted the air. blood... wolf blood. Kastiel huffed in worry, the scent becoming stronger in his nostrils - it was clearly fresh. He followed it wearily, unsure what he was going to face when he got there. He didn't move slowly however, considering nothing felt worse to him then the idea of arriving too late. He was so close now, that blood and fear and sweat was all that he could taste. A frightened bark hit the air just as he came into view - Spirit! The beta could see the trouble now, a young bear stood over the body of his friend. She looked winded, and weak from injury, helping against her advancing enemy. The cub was unaware of the help that had just arrived, coming from the direction behind it and not announcing his prescence. His lips curled back in a silent snarl as he moved forward, faster and faster until his paws where flying across the ground, closing the last of the distance between himself and his dear friend. He howled now, a long and angry noise, almost like that of a mother finding her pups in danger. Kastiel almost felt like that to the members of this pack. So long use to caring for and protecting Dust that that was all he knew. Here he was now, with a friend in danger - nothing was going to get in his way. His howl sounded just as he flew in the air towards the bear. Landing on it's unprotected back and catching it unaware he dug his claws into its back for grip and his fangs into it's neck aiming to kill it quickly before it could gather it's strenght against this new threat.

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The pain seared through her body like a wild fire, catching onto anything it could reach, leaping from one place to another in a nonstop inferno. The blood seeped further into her now pretty fur. After a few days of intense grooming and keeping herself well cared for, her pelt had returned to its original state, glossy and black, with the silver on her chest and the reddish brown around her paws. Her eyes were gold and glittering as they had always been, but in these moments now, they shone with fear. This was not something that she showed too often, for she was a strong female that never wanted to show that she needed someone, as she had failed to do in her last home.

Spirit felt her hairs sticking out in all directions, just willing herself to become larger just to scare the bear away. It might have been young and though it was not much larger than herself, it had still caught her off guard and took advantage of her obliviousness to the fact that it had been right there in the bushes. This scared her, for she was backed against a tree, down low on all fours, and being forced to bare her teeth with such a fury that it stunned even herself. However, this was her raw instinct taking over her body, making her seem bigger and better than she really was just to get an advantage with appearance. If she could make it seem like she was dangerous and too much to mess with to the bear, then perhaps it would leave her alone.

The way it was pacing to and fro, though, was making her believe otherwise.

The tundra wolf prayed silently for someone to come and help her, as much as she did not want it, she knew she needed it. She was injured and would not last in a real fight with the bear. She hissed at it, ”Get away!” The dominance was clear in her voice, commanding it to leave her be and exit the forest in peace. If not, she would really need to move and begin a fight, just in an attempt to make it leave. Though, she knew she would not be able to do that, all things considered. It was when she was on the verge of giving up, swiping pathetically at the bear like a cat every time it came near, and ready to give in as it finally decided to close in on her. In those moments, she felt like she had no hope, nothing to hold onto, but a certain angered howl told her otherwise.

At first, she did not recognize the sound, nor the scent, for her own blood and the bear's stench had covered up most things. All she saw barreling into the bear was a furry gray shape, and her golden eyes had to refocus a moment before realizing that it was Kastiel, the beta and her dear friend. Horror filled her when she saw him close in for the bear's throat, for she had a feeling that something bad would come of it. However, she trusted him to get the job done properly, but felt useless standing there like a wounded pup that couldn't do anything to help its mother. The last thing she wanted was for him to be fighting the bear and end up being hurt by it, but from the looks of things, the creature was being scared off, ready to turn tail and run. It growled and wiggled backwards, tumbled off into the bushes with a startled yelp of pain.

It was gone, and her voice immediately called out, ”Kastiel, are you all right?”

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel tasted blood as his fangs sank into the flesh of the bear. Tasted life-blood and fear as the bear came to he relisation that maybe this was not a confrontion it could live through. He coulf feel it's panic as it struggled beneath him, it's struggling getting weaker and weaker and precious blood flowed from it's neck across it's coat. Kastiel lossened his grip, falling back and watching the bear wearily to see what it would do with this new-found freedom. It cast a glance at it's attacker, hatred and want in it's black pupils, before it turned and fled through the trees. Kastiel lifted his head and howled at it's departure. Strength and warning where the key points in his heavy call. The brute turned his attention then to Spirit, who called to him in her fimiler tones. He moved immediatly to her side, delictae movements as he gently nudged her side with his wet nose. No one got away scot-free with attacking his friends, a lesson the bear would never forget if it survived the blood loss it had suffered through. He began to lick to fae's wounds, working efficiently to stem the bleeding and begin the healing proccess. He was worried about how much blood she had lost already and he knew she needed to get some food into her, anything for energy to help her through it. "I'm fine Spirit, barely a scratch - I was lucky. How are you feeling?" he asked gently, needign to keep her talking, alert, until he could work out just how bad it was. He was tempted, once he kenw Spirit was okay, to hunt down the bear and eaither finish it off or clear it form the terratory for good. The only thing he was worried about was how young it was, in case it still had a mother hanging around that would cause them trouble later. He would need to organise a hunt with a group of able wolves to scour the terratory and ensure there was no other such dangerious - if he had his way this wouldn't happen again.

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Her gaze was focused upon the bear as it retreated quickly through the forest, and she silently prayed that it would go away for a very long time, coming back...perhaps never, if the spirits would be so kind. Bears were terrifying creatures, especially when they were full grown. That youngster might have been on the larger size, at least larger than the two wolves, but thank goodness it had been as young as it was. The inexperience helped the situation for the wolves and, of course, Kastiel had shown up to help the dear Tundra wolf. She could have very well perished beneath that thing's claws if she hadn't have been more careful, but it had gotten the advantage by taking the opportunity to catch her with a lowered guard. She had been intent on the hare, and the bear had been intent on her.

She watched Kastiel intently as he moved over to where she was huddled, and she scanned his pelt thoroughly for any sort of injury. She'd feel horrid if he'd gotten harmed by the bear and she would probably never forgive herself. Though, she wasn't sure why she had frozen like that, letting her Beta fight it off rather than allowing herself to jump in there with him. She was angered with herself for such moves and, even though she was grateful that he had saved her, she was a little infuriated with him. She was not one to depend on others too much, especially when it came to fights. She could handle herself and though her pride was damaged slightly, she kept her mouth shut. She licked his neck gently in return to his nudge, smiling softly at him, ”I'm glad you're unharmed. I would have probably hated myself if you had gotten hurt on my behalf.”

Spirit flinched when he began to lick her wounds, trying to halt the bleeding and begin the healing process of it all. It stung when his tongue met her raw flesh, causing her teeth to grit and show a little, almost something akin to a snarl on her face. It was painful, but the rhythmic lull of his tongue brushing across the wound made it go numb and she sat down, allowing him to continue what it was that he was doing. Though it hurt, she would not stop him from caring. She gaped her jaws in a yawn, feeling a tad light headed, swaying from side to side ever so slightly. She hoped she hadn't lost too much blood, it wasn't that nasty of a wound, but there was still the chance of infection and whatnot. She sighed, casting her gaze about the area they were in, watching for anything that would sneak up on them, even if it were just a piece of prey.

”I'm all right, just a little light headed. Nothing to worry about.” She answered what she felt was truthful, for she didn't want anyone to worry over her, as she didn't think it was needed too greatly. She loved her packmates, yes, each and every one of them from the very bottom of her heart, but they did not need to fret over her well-being. She didn't like the attention and she wasn't too keen on allowing others to worry, especially if it was over her. She placed her eyes upon his face. ”Thank you, Kastiel, for caring.” She murmured, smiling. ”It's nice to have a friend like you, especially considering all the things that's happened to me before. I must say you're one of the few decent male's I’ve met. Well, there's two. You and Torio.” She laughed at her own sentence, feeling the need to say it. It was true that she respected and loved both of them, which was hard to get out of her, especially by a male.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] As Kastiel's tongue gently ran along the injuries of the other wolf, he saw the silent snarl upon her face and was sorry for causing her harm, even if it was the nessasery kind. In the short time that he had known Spirit, his impression of her had been her strength, her inability to step back and let someone take on a hard task. Knowing this about her he knew that she would not have appreciated the rescue. All the same, he hadn't really had a moment to stop and respect that she needed to do it on her own - he was to busy worrying about her life. "I'm sure you could have handled yourself, Spirit, if I'd given you the chance. I dont doubt it for a moment" He told her respectfully, maybe it wouldn't gave been easy cornered and weakened as she was, but Spirit was full of life! or at least she had been before they left her. If had come down to her or the bear he would have laid bets upon his friend comign out on top. It just wasn't worht the struggle, the injuried she would have ended with. He hoped she understood that he had to interfere. When he asked how she was feeling, her answer had been light headed - he was somewhat worried but at least she didn't look like she was about to faint on him. When she commented on his caring, he gave a soft laugh. "Of course I care Spirit, your one of my closest friends" He admitted. She was one of the strongest of them, one of the ones that held this pack together - he didn't know what he would do without her. When she admited her own respect of him to him, he was truly honoured. He understood that she wasn't one that trusted easily, she was to independent to really rely on another. He had a feeling she wouldn't be one to open up to them any time soon, but they had really taken a few good steps to a life-long friendship. He had a feeling that if anyone was the time to stick around for good, it was himself Toiro and Spirit. She had become somethign more to him, a sister, someone he would die for. Almost funny he had actully gotten to prove that he wouldn't let her down if he could help it.

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Joy filled her when she heard him speak that he did not doubt she could handle herself, and it made her smile to do so. She was glad he understood that, for the last thing that she wanted from anyone was them to think or believe that she was incapable of defending herself or fighting in general for that matter. She had been raised a fighter and a princess, so she expected respect from others. However, she had always been smart enough to know that she needed to earn that respect, that in the real world it would not be handed to her. She might have been a princess and have been treated like one before this, but there was no more of her old pack with her.

”Thank you, Kastiel. I’m glad you think so, or I probably would have done something stupid to prove it.” She teased lightly, feeling the need to make the mood a little better. She didn't want tension in this situation and she did not want him to fret too much for her well being. She'd always been a quick healer, able to recover from injuries a tad faster than most. Perhaps it was her never ending energy that did so, but either way, she was grateful for it, as she did not like to be disabled for long. She looked at him with her golden eyes. ”I know that, to you and Torio, you both are aware I don't like to be saved, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it. I’m smart enough to know I could have been killed, as the bear was young and its mother could have been nearby. It may not seem like it, but I do appreciate you stepping in.”

It was best to make that much clear.

For a moment, his soft laugh worried her, making her think that he thought she was funny upon saying what she had about his caring for her. However, she changed those thoughts quickly, knowing there wasn't much she could do about stopping them from caring. She was a part of the pack, and she would never leave, even if they tried to drive her out. She loved this place and these wolves too much to depart from it at all. ”And I am glad that I’m a close friend. I’ve never had such an opportunity beforehand... Friends haven't been easy for me to make.” Of course, she referenced once more to her past, but said nothing more than that. She would have been comfortable explaining what had happened to her if him or Torio asked of it, though she would not speak of it otherwise.

Spirit sighed slightly, watching her pelt twitch just to get rid of the itching feeling she felt as the skin on her shoulder healed. As slow as the process was, the itching had to be the worst part of it, for she could not physically scratch it if she knew what was good for her. She didn't want to reopen a wound. ”You've no idea how happy I am that you and Torio have returned home. It became so lonely with no one in the territory after the other two vanished, and I feel horrible for not marking it better. Someone could have easily come in and claimed it one their own.” She had been worried about that the entire time, though had not intended on letting someone else take it without a fight.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel held a great amount of respect for the other warrior. In fact, for better of for worse he held mroe respect for her then he did for his Alpha. Or rather, the respects he held for the two where uniquly diffrent from the other. For Toiro, he respected his leadership, understood his gentle nature and held for him an unwavering loyalty. For Spirit, it was that of two warriors, a respect that she was strong enough to watch his back in battle if ever there came a calling for it. He respected that she would remain within this pack and in some way's relied on her. If she was lost to them, by leaving or by death then he would have losted his most reliable member in this pack... but more then that, he would have lost one of his greateast friends. At Spirit's next comment, that if her pride really had been lost, for her pride was part of her need to have others respect her, that she would have done something stupid to prove it, he found himself lauging lightly. "I dont doubt that eaither, Spirit. I know you have a lot of courage in you, courage enough to bring you to difficult situations" he said modestly, when really he could have said he hoped her courage did not outweigh her strength. There was no tension from Kastiel however, because Spirit was part of this pack and what they did they did together. He was sure at least that side by side they where match enough for any situation she got herself into. When Spirit swollowed the pride that definied her, and truly thanked Kastiel for saving her, his face warmed to a greatful smile - because of his respect for her, her words meant a great deal to the beta. He could help but bring back the lighter air to the conversation however with his next words. "Well, whats a little danger between friends anyway? He teased her gently. "Dont think of it any further Spirit, what happened has happened. I'm glad to be back home and I am only greatful that you too are well, and taht you chose to remain. His voice falling silent, serious. He liked the other wolf, liked her friendship a lot. If she had left... this place would never have been the same again.

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Spirit felt a laugh bubble up her throat at her own statement, for even she knew that she would do something stupid just to prove that she was strong and didn't need saving. However, even though Kastiel seemed to have the same thoughts, she was aware that she was only one female. No matter how strong she was, no matter how big she was, she wouldn't be able to do everything on her own. Not a single wolf could do everything on their own. It was an impossible thing and even attempting to fathom something like that gave her a small headache. No one was perfect to a stranger, but to a friend...perfect was an understatement. She felt that way about Torio and Kastiel. They might have had their flaws, just as she did, but to her they were the two best friends she could afford. She would give her life for them, and that was a lot from the female.

Trust was never really something she had given so easily, especially to men and especially after her incident with the male she was supposed to have been betrothed to. As she thought of him and the way he broke her heart, a frown came across her features. Yet, she found herself quickly pushing it away, not willing for her friend to fret over her well being. He had done enough already and she trusted him with her life, but somehow could not bring herself to trust with her secrets. She knew he was capable of such a thing, and at the moment she wanted nothing more than to tell someone of what had happened to her. Perhaps it would take her own mind off of it all, keep her from thinking about it. After being alone for as long as she had, before and after she had joined Airila, it had become difficult to live in a pack. They were oblivious to how awkward and strange she felt while being there, respected and treated as a friend. It was new.

She felt her glossy black and silver fur fluff up slightly with his teasing, not something easily obtained from the beta. ”I might be getting to you!” The teasing was definitely not normal from him, but she didn't mind it. It was nice to see a small amount of slack from the male every now and then, losing his serious or calm demeanor. ”Before you know it, Kastiel, you'll be as crazy as me!” She stuck her tongue out at him teasingly and pulled it back in, bringing herself to laugh some more. A joyful smile etched her features, and she suddenly forgot about all the pain in her shoulder. Laughter was a powerful medicine, and certainly the best kind in the world. It seemed to heal anything. When in physical pain, laughing took one's thoughts away from that pain and made it disappear. Laughter quelled emotional pain and soothed mental pain.

”Yes, what's in the past is in the past. I understand that much, but guilt is not so easy to escape. I suppose I’m lucky that no one came and took our home...” Spirit did consider herself lucky, especially considering that a feral loner could have waltzed in and killed her when she wasn't looking. She wouldn't have gone down without a fight, but in the state she had been in, claiming their home would have been easy when fighting one wolf. If the rest of the pack had been there, then perhaps it would not have been so easy. She was just glad to have her leaders back, and some new additions to the family. The massive male that had entered would take some time getting used to. The seriousness in his tone caused her to lift her gold gaze back up to him. ”Kastiel...even in the afterlife, I would never have left this place, at least not without saying goodbye. I respect you and Torio, and I love the both of you so much that I would give my life in an instant, without a second thought, for either of you. All things considered, that's a lot coming from me. I never would have left. In all the time that you were gone, I just prayed that both of you would return safely, so that I wouldn't need to be alone anymore.”

The female moved her head forward and rested her muzzle against his shoulder, leaving it there. ”I have faith in you both and that's what kept me going. I knew you would succeed and return unharmed. Right now, I’m just so happy that you are home... I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you...”

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel was aware that both the two wolves had let there thoughts carry them away. They where comfortable with each other, never feeling the need to be on guard or feeling that the other would judge for anything they did. Or at least, that was how Kastiel felt around her. It was one of the reasons he found himself relaxing his guard and not allowing his worries of the pack keep him worried when he was around her. It was almost like this was a brilliant respite away from worries, in the company of one of his closest friends. “Well, who needs sanity anyway, right?” He laughed, in response to her comment about him going crazy because of her. The joking tone was taken from them however when the conversation had returned to the matter of the leaders journey. Spirit’s eyes where upon him, so strong with her unwavering loyalty that he found himself memorised, unable to look away. Her words were undoubtedly, strong and comforting enough to sweep away any worries. He had been right, he had always been right knowing that Spirit was the right wolf to have left there pack to in there absence. “We’ll never leave you alone again” He whispered, the words suddenly burning in his mouth with there need to be said, there was no doubt in his mind that he meant them, he would never leave this wolf again. She meant far too much to him to ever go back on the words he had just spoken. The words that where said so quietly, caught up in an alien burst of emotion that they came out in an open husk of his voice. All he could see was Spirit, all he could hear where her words and her eyes were burning, burning into his until his vision thought it would tear up with the need to blink and the need for moisturising! And then she blinked, and he was free, a deep breath of relief escaped him, embarrassment heating him to the core and the naked emotions that must have been on his face. He didn’t even know what his thoughts had been, and had less idea yet on what might have been portrayed in those weird, alien moments. Her muzzle moved to rest against his broad shoulder. He had never been more aware of her presence then in that moment, her warm fur hot against his own. His brain was becoming a separate entity, he didn’t know his own mind any more. What was happening to him? Was this what losing his mind felt like? Was he truly going crazy? “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you…” “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you…” “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you…” Kastiel swallowed, pulling away from where they touched, backing up a few steps, lowering his head. His paws felt like they where shaking, or maybe the ground swayed between him. What was wrong with him? That was when the sticky warm feeling of wetness alerted him to his stomach, where, unbelievably the gorge of thick bear-claws where clearly present. Loss of blood, that was what was effecting him, emotions where intensified, somehow unbelievably blocking out the feeling of pain. He felt it now however, pulsing through him like another heart. He raised his eyes to look at Spirit, afraid, afraid to tell her in the chance she herself had not yet noticed. He did not want to alarm her, he didn’t want her to worry about him, she had her own healing to do. “I... I have to go” He whispered, but he was afraid to even move, weakness spilled through his muscles until he felt hopelessly fragile, a feeling so unfamiliar it shamed him. He did not wish Spirit to see him weak. Spirit... the sweet sound of her name in his mind. How had this happened? How had this happened to him. When he was on it’s back? No... when he had been tearing at it’s neck, when he had let go and made it flee. It had not left without it’s revenge. He should have known... but that wasn’t all he meant by what happened to him. What about Spirit? Why did he suddenly feel a burning need to protect her from anything and everything. A soft sigh left the males muzzle as his unfamiliar paws collapsed beneath him. Curse this weakness... Ooc: Weird, I was going to have the thread lead to him falling for her, but it started to feel funny to me and I warped it into this, hope you don’t mind...

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Indeed, the female truly had to wonder what the world would be like if everyone was the same, boring and normal. It would be a very dull place, no personality to spark a color of controversy anywhere. It would be like seeing things completely in black and white, finding no differences except the light and the dark. It would be like attempting to differentiate grass from the sky, yet finding only a way to tell the shadows apart from on another. It would be a very hard place to live in, especially if you found yourself remotely different than others. One would be alienated so easily, pushed away and sent off because they were strange and weird in comparison to what was thought to be normal. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she appreciated the diversity amongst her packmates. If they were not the wolves they were, then she would more than likely have left a very long time ago. ”Insanity feeds the soul.”

When she heard that he told they would never leave her alone again, her heart soared. She had never heard such words in her life and never before had she felt so glad at a spoken promise. Strange, feelings were, and she could not help but smile at the male. However, all joy from her face melted away when he stepped back from her and she blinked a few times, concern beginning to plaster all over her face. His head lowered and it almost seemed as though he was in pain, but masked it behind a strong expression. Her fear spiked for a moment when a scent reached her nose, and she wasn't sure why she hadn't caught smell of it either. Her own blood and emotions, for that matter, must have masked the scents over very easily, stopping her from catching wind of it. Her gold eyes transfixed upon his stomach, where she could see the fur had mysteriously darkened, and it did not take her long to realize he had suffered an injury from the bear. Blood saturated his usual, soft gray fur.

Kastiel collapsed onto the ground and she panicked, for a moment only being able to stand there bewildered. Her back was arched slightly, mouth agape, hackles all over her body raised in fear. For a minute, her mind processed nothing, seeing nothing but the blood. The repeated question of what she should do rang through her mind wildly, and seconds later she came to her senses. Calling for help was out of the question, for who knows how long it would take someone to get here and help. Besides, she wasn't sure that anyone in the pack knew of how to treat an injury. Thinking quickly, she jumped to his side and nudged him gently so he would move onto his own flank, in order to keep dirt from the wound. A whine escaped her throat, ”Oh, Kastiel... Why didn't you say something? Don't keep things like this to yourself! You worry me when you do that! Oh...” The Tundra fae could only bring herself to pace for a moment until she thought of something. She was no healer, but she at least knew a few basics.

”Don't move, Kastiel, please...” She begged desperately of him, pushing her nose to his cheek. ”I'm going to go find some burdock leaves... They will help, just stay here, please...” Pulling away from him, Spirit gave him one more glance before bounding over him and rushing through the trees just to find what she was looking for. She ignored the searing pain in her own shoulder, knowing her friend must have been hurting even more right now. She felt horrid, now that she was aware she should have stepped in and helped him with fending off the bear. Because of her actions, which had consisted of her remaining in her place while watching him fight, he was not injured and she was not too sure on what to do. She did know, at least, that burdock leaves could be pressed to the wound and clot the blood so it would stop bleeding. As mentioned, the female was no healer, but she knew enough to get herself by.

Spirit finally found the broad leaves, which were thankfully still green considering the time of year. There was mud all around them, showing it was the ideal place for them to grow. She swiftly snatched up several leaves in her mouth, yanking on them to pull them loose, and began to make her way back to her dear friend. She could only hope in those moments that the bear, or bears, had not returned to make a meal out of him. Though, such thoughts only pushed her faster and faster back the way she had come, and it was in no time at all that she finally reached him. He was still there, untouched by anything as far as she could tell. She went to his stomach and, as steadily as she could, considering how frantic she was, she placed the leaves on the open wound. She pressed them down with her paws and her muzzle gently, not wishing to cause him pain. As she watched it upon finishing, she could see less and less blood crawling out of his fur, soon seeming to stop.

She smiled some, though felt terrible standing over him. ”Oh...Kastiel...” At that point, she didn't know what to do. Moving him was not anywhere near an option, for she did not want to break the wound open again, especially so soon. Instead, she did the only thing her instincts told her to do. She walked around behind him and laid down, pressing her side hard against him, providing warmth and comfort in what ways she could. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she looked over him, feeling a rage at the bear who had done this. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, reacting to something else rather than anger or the sight of him. It spread like a poison through her muscles, making her feel like jelly. She lowered her head, resting it gently across his neck, craning it just right to lap her tongue over his ear comfortingly. She stopped and watched, waiting for something to happen. ”Kastiel...” She was truly, perhaps for one of the few times in her life, at a loss for words.

ooc: not at all. these two are just filled with plots.

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] The world had turned to a colourless grey, mists of illusion shrouded his far sight, and even normal speed movements became to fast for his eyes to catch. He could see her, he could see Spirit as slowly a look of horror dawned across her pretty face. the feeble vision ran from him as his eyes clenched shut in a wave of pain. a gasp filled the air around him, a singler noise emmited from his own throat, but the noise echoed within his ears, hollow and ghostly in his own skull. She felt something push him near the wound, he struggled to find the words to tell them to leave him alone, leave him to his agony in silence. He heard whisperes around him, speech of an unknown origin "Why didn't you... Keep thing... Worry me..." he couldn't catch a single strand as finally, slowly, he fell into the darkness taht awaited him. As the outside world became lost to him he fell to his dreams. A foggy scene set on lush, rolling hills. A silver moon hung suspended in the night sky and it's shinning light faint upon the ground. It barely penetrated the rolling layers of mist that hung knee deep around him. The wolf that moved forward from the invisible distance became clearer and clearer until they where upon him. A frowning face, a fimiluer one despite the gaping hole in time that had formed since he had seen it last. It was his mother, her fimiluer disappointed expression as present as it had always been. "Failuer... Always a failure" It whispered, turning it's back to him and moving once more into the shadows. He wanted desperatly to move after her, to call out. How could he change what had happened! How could he finally make right by his dame. He could not move, and well his lips moved in speech no sound came from within them. More and more for seemed to flow into the endless area, gathering around him, enveloping in it's cold grasp and isolating him with eath pulsing movement. As the mother wolf vanished, another came slowly, lightly into view. The absent expression gave her away as easily as her care-free stroll. It was Dust, his sister, her cloudy expression smoothing into a look of sadness "You could never have saved me brother, you where never good enough" Her gentle voice flooded towards him, followed by her girlish laughter as she moved and kept moving, her coat so close it nearly brushed against him, but he felt nothing and found himself incapable of turning to watch her walk away. He realised now that the fog seemed to be coming from within him. It was from beneath him that more and more fog seemed to spill outwards. Like it was his own foolish fault for his isolation, abandonment... for being alone. It came out from around his stomach and folded itself around him. He waited, waited to see who else would come from the mist, but instead it seemed to rise and swirl around him. A hollow feeling of emptyness bit into his stomach. An annonimious, disembodied voice echoed from every angle. "Alone... you thought you would not longer be alone. Foolish Kastiel, your path is filled with emptyness, you where never made to be with others. Give her up... give her up before you break her like you break everything else, pup." The echoing voice faded into nothingness, and he was alone once more. The fog finally, slowly, began to lessen and as it did so it began to lift, brighten up the grey and lifeless surroundings. He felt something, something around his stomach changing, and a weight slowly lifting from his shoulders. This grey, and heartless world began to feel less real and took on a dream-like quality. Becoming fuzzy and unclear like the details where already fading from his mind. He felt warmth begin to spread across his body, the cold he had not even realised was there, tha had been eating against him was slowly chased away. He felt weight come back to him, holding him down to earth when elsewise his spirit might have slipped silently away. And finally, finally, the injured wolf began to open his eyes and feel reality flood back into his sensers. With awakening came the pain once more but it was far less now, judt a reminder of how it had once been. He felt somewhat heavy, a pressure against his coat and as he sleepily struggled to look around him he realised what it (And the warmth) actually was. There was Spirit, pressing herself against him, giving him her warmth and saving him from what might have otherwise taken his life. He looked to her, simply looked, as speechless as she had been at her selfless, caring acts. She had saved his life... His eyes upon her in wonder. Until, that was, the dream came flooding back to him forcing him to look away. Maybe it had been a dream, but there was truth to it - he ruined everyone he got close to. "Spirit... thank you..." he whispered, feeling thirst drying out his words and cutting off anything further he might have wished to say. When had Spirit become his guardian angel...

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When he seemed to lose all consciousness within the world, that only caused her worry to rise and all she could bring herself to do was watch in agony while she had patched up his wounds. Why did this happen? Oh, if the heavens allowed it, perhaps they would let him live. Her injury had not been nearly as bad as his, for she had not only taken it in a place that was not so soft, but hers was more of a simple scratch compared to his. She had lost blood, yes, and with having been running, the wound had reopened a little. More blood trickled out, but she completely ignored it. She pushed it to the back of her mind, for there was something far more important at stake here and it was not something she was willing to lose. Being a Warrior, she would do what she knew how to do best, and that was to fight. She would fight for him, fight for his life.

Spirit laid beside him, trying to pour what life she had into his own, but wasn't sure if that was entirely possible. For the moment, all she could think about was saving his life and she would do anything to make sure that happened. Whether it was literally giving him her own life or finding a bunch of herbs to help take his pain away, it didn't matter. Just as long as he lived. He, being the Beta, was too important to the pack to die, and he was much too important to her to die. In fact, she'd probably kill him herself if he died on them, she'd just have to find a way to bring him back to life so she could do that... Such silly thoughts made the female give a forced smile, a way to fight the tears that were pressing on. She hadn't dealt with a situation like this in so long, and she had hoped she would have never had to do so again, but here she was...

Her head rested gently across his own neck, though not suffocating him, and she had to close her eyes and pray. Just for a few moments, she had to pray that he would be all right. Whether the heavens could hear her or not, she still had faith in him. She believed he would be all right, despite everything that was happening. Her heart pounded greatly when she felt a movement beneath her, but she didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't care if she was attacked by something, just as long as he was safe. However, the movement became to great to ignore, causing her to lift her head and open her eyes a little ways to see what had been causing the small commotion. Surprise dawned on her face when she saw Kastiel looking at her, apparently in wonder and shock as well. It took but a second for her to react, and then she felt a smile grace her features.

”Kastiel!” She nuzzled his cheek happily, but he turned his head away and she frowned. Her mind jabbed at her to find out what was wrong, though she didn't want to intrude. When he thanked her, she could not bring herself to smile even more, only able to watch him helplessly. Moments passed before she was able to gather herself, finding something in his voice that needed to be fixed. Dry throat. Her ears flattened, and she brought herself to her feet, licking his ear gently. ”I'll go get you some water.” She trotted off and over to a nearby tree, where she scratched at it with her claws before getting a decent chunk of moss off of it. She shook all the dirt loose, and went off in search of water. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the problems her friend could be facing, and she only wanted to help him in every way, though wondered what it was that she could do.

Eventually, Spirit came upon a puddle and decided that it would have to be good enough. She lowered her head and dropped the moss into the water, allowing it to soak up the liquid quickly. She picked it up softly with her teeth and made way back to the gray male that was waiting in the clearing. She paused a moment when she did see him, fretting over his physical health. No...he'll be okay. He has to be... She sighed and padded over to his head, where she set the moss beside his mouth. All he needed to do now was take the water from it. She laid herself down close to him, though not touching, and waited for him to take the water. He needed it, and she was well aware of that, upon which she would not move until he drank it. However, she was more concerned about something else. Why had he turned away like that? Only one way to find out... ”Kastiel...is...something wrong?”

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff153/Lumarinam/kastiel-background.png] Kastiel had never felt so weary as he did in these moments. Weakness from his injury flooding inside him, and he was haunted not only by his depressing dream, but the reminder of the intensity of his feelings before the injury had changed them both. He felt Spirit move, heard her words as she told him she was going to get him water. But more then that he felt her absence of presence as she quickly faded from view, the silence that followed her departure sceamed it's presence until it was louder then any words. The wind pushing through the blades of grass and his shaggy coat was silent to the point of insanity. He had never felt so weak and helpless as he did now. If something where to happen he would be unable to defend himself, and worse, far worse, unable to defend the pack and it's members. Unable to defend Spirit... The equally protective fae walked back into view now, placing the water-filled moss before him and taking a seat upon the ground. This time her coat did not touch his and he was so very, very aware of the sudden distance between them, knowing it was his own fault that this was here. He moved his head weakly forward, towards the moss. He was greatful for the sustanance and as he took a few licks Spirit began to speak once more, expressing her worry for him. It was clear to him that her words where not directed towards his injury. Kastiel haadn't been subtle enough at his depressing movement of turning away. Spirit had caught sight of it, wondered at it and maybe had even been hurt because of it. That in itself was reason enough for him to give her some sort of answer. Shifting his position cautiously, expressions of pain took over his fine features as he tried to get comfortable despite his unfimiluer injury. "I'm sorry Spirit, I was just... afraid, afraid that my own weaknessess and stupidity might one day hurt you. Never would I wish for such a thing to pass" He admitted softly, eyes finally moving to meet her own, wondering how she might respond to his strange words. He did not wish to tell her of his sister, or of the dream that had troubled him during his moments of unconciousness.

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Spirit watched with a certain care as he reached out and took in some of the water. For a moment, she could only imagine how refreshing the small amount had been to his seemingly very dry throat and she felt glad that she had brought it to him. In those very long minutes that seemed to have gone by so agonizingly slow, all her thoughts had been focused on was getting the life back into his body and making sure he did not leave the world so soon. The pack would have been devastated to have heard him leave this life, and she was rather sure Torio would not do well with such a departure either. However, here he was sitting before her, alive and hopefully well. With an injury such as his, she wouldn't be surprised if the healing process was slower than normal. It had appeared deep when she had placed the leaves over it, but she pushed that behind her now.

She felt her body want to lurch forward when he moved awkwardly into a position, though she only jerked slightly, not wanting to cause any pain that wasn't needed. Her ears were erect and her eyes were transfixed upon his face as he spoke to her. She listened in something akin to a stunned silence, and she wasn't too sure what to say to him. He did not want to hurt her with his stupidity and weaknesses? She had never heard something so strange, and yet she found it caring. It seemed as though he was trying not to harm her in any way that he could, even if it meant taking himself out of the picture. But, she did not want that, and she was sure that she could prove to him that he could not hurt her any farther than she had already been harmed. Lightheartedly, she chuckled, ”The Great Kastiel, stupid and weak? Ha! I’ll believe that when I see a snowshoe hare fly!” Her intentions that second were to make the situation better. Honestly, it was just her way of dealing with things.

Spirit then did something abnormal of herself. She grew dead silent and completely serious, dropping all smiles and expressions of happiness upon her face. Though she was scared of what she was about to share with him, she knew it would have come out sooner or later. Besides, she was trying to make a point, and she was determined to get it across. ”I'm going to tell you something, Kastiel, something I haven't spoken to another wolf before.” She sighed and lowered her head for a moment to gather herself. She focused her gaze on the ground just by his feet, pretending there was an interesting bug or something crawling around, and her ears went back slightly. ”In my old pack...my father and my mother were the leaders, so I was highly respected and treated well. When I became of age, he picked the best male in the pack for me to mate with, and we ended up as a betrothed pair. I really liked him, but he had no interest in me at all, and no matter how hard I tried....he never changed.”

It was difficult going through the memories again, and she wasn't sure how she was not crying yet, though she could feel the tears building behind her eyes. ”I grew to hate him, because he wanted nothing to do with me. I returned the feeling. The day of the official pairing, there was going to be a ceremony and everything, I refused to leave my den. My mother came in a tried convincing me nicely, but I wouldn't move... Then my father came in and dragged me out forcefully.” She almost wanted to force a laugh at the memory, yet couldn't bring her joy through her throat. ”I was angry at him for doing it, and I didn't want to go through with it. I felt better off by myself, mateless. However, it wasn't anything my parents said that made me leave. It was what my supposed mate said...” She swallowed hard in her throat, knowing this would be the hardest part of all of it. ”He said to all the pack...” She sucked in a breath.

”Why would I mate with this pathetic excuse for a wolf? She's not worth anything.”

Silence ensued, and she waited only a moment for a reaction from him. Then, she continued to wrap up her point. ”I bid farewell to my mother and ran away. They gave chase, but couldn't catch me. I ended up here.” She forced a small smile towards him, trying to be gentle with the whole situation. Her eyes met his worriedly. ”What I am trying to say, Kastiel, is that I went through a great deal of pain when I experienced that. No physical wound can compare to the hole that was punched through my heart that day, and no injury can compare to the gaping, empty void that I felt the following days. Even now, no words from a friend nor a stranger affect me as much as that male's words had. And even now, I still find myself trying to get over it, but it's not easy. Though, with people like you and Torio, the pain has begun to subside.” Spirit blinked once and glanced up, looking through the trees and up at the cloudy sky, a favorite past time of hers. ”I don't believe you can do more damage to me than what has already happened. Besides...you and Torio are already in my heart, filling that gap. I don't think anything you two do will break my heart further. I have a lot more tolerance than it seems.”

It was then that she realized she had let herself go a little too much, and she chuckled. ”There I go, running my mouth again... I apologize. You probably didn't want to hear that speech.”

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