Well, the Vashti Pack was one lucky group of wolves. The shipwrecked vessel they used as shelter had been left untouched by the horrendous fireballs launched by the surprise volcanoes surrounding the islands like an ambush. She wasn't sure where they would turn if something had happened to their dens. The ship was like a sense of security for these wolves, if lost they would fall apart. Sure, Darius (wherever he was) and Maglor would figure something out, transfer the pack to another set of dens somewhere in Vor'asa and they would settle into a new way of life that was not so different than the one they led here. Females were especially effected by their sense of security. If it was one thing Melethiel knew to be true it was this: The most important thing to a female was security, whether it was mental, physical, or emotional. The most important thing to a male was respect. And these thing had proven to be true through the years, and even more apparent in Vashti than any other pack she had come in contact with.
Now, as Mel weaved through the halls via memory she slipped into her section of the ship; the infirmary. Her nostrils filled with the smell of herbs. There were several areas where sick or injured wolves settled to rest that were made of some soft material that had been found on the ship many years ago when the wolves first inhabited the SS Rilon. They provided comfort and warmth to her patients. They were able to sleep better and keep warm easier, in turn, they seemed to recover faster than wolves had in her birth pack. Not so quickly that it seemed the soft materials had some sort of magical powers, but they seemed to help. And Mel could use all the help she could get with her poor sight. She smirked at the thought, she always tried to stay lighthearted about her blindness.
Now, she padded over to where she kept her herb supplies. She kept each type of herb in it's own pile, if they mixed she would get confused. They each had their own smell, texture and taste. This was how she was able to tell each one apart. Some smells were obvious, such as the catnip, ginger root, or ivy. Others smelled simliar and she had to rely on her other senses to distinguish them. But, to this day she hadn't made a mistakes or confused any two herbs together. And for this, she was proud. That was a hard accomplishment for something of her disablement. She also never let herself run out of any kind of herb. When she began to get low in one area, she would got out and gather more and bring her supply back up. This made sure she was never without if she needed something. Which came in handy.
As she went through her supply, organizing the piles that had been disturbed by the vibrations of the volcanoes and molten rock that had hit the earth nearby, she began to think about one of the only wolves she had grown close to in Vashti. Her name was Kuma and she was the pack's lead huntress. Both of them had been with the pack for quite sometime and had battled their way through the ranks until they held their current ranks. Melethiel the Shaman and Kuma the Lead Huntress. It was difficult for a female to make a name for herself in this pack, so she was proud of her friend and of herself.
Mel kept her circle of close friends small, she was careful who she opened up to and who she let in. She was more than happy to help others and often found herself giving advice to her patients or finding company in long term patients, but they stayed just that to her, patients. There were only two wolves in Vashti, three if you counted Darius, that she felt she could truly trust. The first was her brother, Maglor, the beta of Vashti; the second was Kuma. It was mostly her own fault she had such a small list of friends, it was hard for her to keep relationships with other wolves, and because of this she was grateful for Kuma's friendship. Aside from her littermate, she could say with certainty that Kuma was her best friend.
Kuma had left with a hunting party right before the volcanoes went off, around the same time Melethiel had gone out in search of herbs. She hoped her friend was okay, she couldn't help but think of the worse. It was a war zone out there, and as things calmed down wolves were beginning to show up, but still no sign of Darius or Kuma's hunting party. All she could do was wait and pray her friend wouldn't be added to the growing body count. Count --> 818 w. Muse --> good <3 Tags --> Kuma Notes --> sorry it's so late >.<
The run in with Darius had been more than the femme had expected. Shivers were still racing up and down her spine, causing the femme to be slightly more on edge than normal. It was strange for the Dire creature to become so worked up over anything, especially a simple encounter with the Alpha. Yet, she knew it would be necessary to keep her cool. There was no reason to run about and blab about the incident that had occurred. Darius would be able to tell his story if he deemed it worthy. Her ashen head shook slightly, attempting to laugh off some of the ideas tossing around in her mind. The femme had stopped at one of the many oasis that littered the Aisu Dunes.
Her pelt had been absolutely disgusting, ash was clumped into her typically silky fur. "Dare I repeat myself?" her hell gaze went up to the sky again, threatening it to spew decay upon her again. A low growl escaped Kuma's maw as she dipped herself into the water, attempting to loosen some of the garbage that was so desperately clinging to her. It had been embarrassing enough to see the Alpha while she looked like such a disaster, and now she felt it more than necessary to freshen up. A flush could still be felt within the huntress'' cheeks, and she was quite thankful that none would be able to see it. The last thing that she needed was for everyone to know exactly what was caressing her mind right now. There were other things to be handled and taken care of. Auds pinned themselves against her skull, irritation quite evident within her stance.
A few resonating tremors shook the tectonic plates beneath the femme, causing her to wipe out in an attempt to part ways with the chilled water. It had to be that her footing would slip and she would end up sliding back into the water several times. A barking growl echoed from her muzzle, "Damn it, fucking hell spawn." Finally, the Dire managed to escape the water that longed to hold her dear to its' heart. With a brief shake to her pelt, ridding it of the majority of the water, the female began a gentle run towards the SS Rilon. It was time to see if the rest of the pack was there, specifically Melethiel. The shaman was the only friend that Kuma really had, unless one counted the adoring hatred that herself and Darius held towards one another. Paws moved gracefully against the filth beneath, her violent glare begging the earth to shake itself once more. Certainly then it would be getting it!
Time droned in slow motion and nearly an eternity had passed before the femme managed to scramble her way onto the shipwrecked boat. Her nostrils accepted the many scents that spoke of the other wolves having been here recently, but she crouched herself low and attempted to slink off away from the others. The last thing she needed now was to be stopped on her little escapade to the infirmary. Her body was sore and a few of her gashes were still bleeding. They tingled with pain lightly; however, the femme hardly even acknowledged their existence. Pain had never been something that had brought about a response from her, especially not after the incident when she was younger. To this day, it still embarrassed the femme to think about it. Certainly, that was one of her largest fuck ups.
It was then, that her red gaze landed upon the blind female that she held so dear to her heart. "Mel," the femme spoke quietly, but there was an obvious ring of happiness to her tone. Kuma never was one to exert many emotions into her speech; however, this was a rare time. It was not everyday that the earth shook itself and spat acid everywhere. Seeing that many appeared to be well, including her best friend, brought a bit of cheer to the huntress. Worry had been consuming her, not only about Darius and Melethiel - but the whole pack. Hopefully there were no causalities. Her tail paced itself lightly behind her.
