Fog of ash (open)

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A small Red wolf with dull blue eyes paces on the thinning single path, herr body shivered at the fell of winter but the rolling ash seemed to act like a blanket that kept the warmth but also suffocated oxygen from here lungs, replacing it by thick, flaky ash. she was wary at first to enter the pass, as the ground is covered in ash and a fog was rolling in from the south like a blizzared but the need to find secure land to rest and feed was her mane priority. Felan scanned the cliffs on both sides of her, she felt even more incredible small with their sheer drops that were now blanketed with ash.
Felan had felt the Bull Beneath the Earth (Earthquake) even out at sea, the Bull had steered in his sleep and the earth had shock in terror. A rare grin gleamed through Felan's ash covered face, she loved the pup storys of the wolf god's and how they both worked together to herd the sun and moon around the earth and how the moon would be their meal together, and the moon would always grow back only to be in the cycle again. But Felan did not have storys to explain why the air around her was black and burned her throat, or why the rivers were replaced by hot, red liquid which burned her fur. Even though Felan had her puphood cut short and was now as mature as any adult wolf, she missed the ruff and rumble of her brothers and how sometimes their mum would join in too if hunting was good and the pack was healthy. Felan eyes sparkled with sadness, she would never get to snuggle up with a pack again and trust them like she had trusted her mum to lead the pack through terror. Only when terror had come as a pack of male wolves had my mother failed, the images of the dead pack came in waves in Felan mind, the blood, the dull glazed eyes, the booming laughter of the warrior pack.

Suddenly Felan thought of why this might be happening. Did the wolf god's not want me here? Did they think it would be a waist of prey that I'm here? Or have they finally felt pity for my miserable life and this is a warning about what is to come? Felan shock her head miserable, "No wolf god would feel pity for a weak loner like me, no matter how hard life got. I'm on my own" Felan whispered to herself, scared she might awaken the Bull Beneath the Earth. Only now had Felan realised she was exhausted, the swim had lapped up her energy and it was a distant memory of her last meal, her pads on her paw were burnt and painful to walk on.

She stopped, sat on her tail and sighed. Her rusty colored pelt was smeared in ash and her scent was no longer lingering in the air, Do I want to be smelt here in another packs territory? Will I be accepted into a pack that has lost so much? Felan continued to think to herself when she suddenly realised she was lost. Felan thought about it, Lost? I have never been lost in my life... Well yeah, sometimes I don't know where im going but I had never called it lost, just wondering with the wind. She know that if she continued alone she would probably not make it with this thickening wall of ash, so she raised her head and let out a quite one tone howl, it was simple and Felan had only howled one other time in her short life and that was to send Lobo's spirit onto death. She stopped and waited for a reply.

Felan missed a breath as a shudder was sent up from the earth and through her body, The Bull beneath the earth has stired again Felan's mind raced, the ash on the ground and on the cliffs was starting to lift and stir in the air. Felan pleaded silently that the rocks would stay were they were and not come rolling towards her. They all shuddered like a dying elk, and then stopped, like nothing happened. Felan breathed out when the tiniest of rocks are the top of the cliff started to roll down, it hit a larger rock the continued its triad until a rock the size of Felan was bouncing towards her."Give me a break..." She yelled at the top of her lungs. Her voice echoed loudly of both sides and more rocks started to fall, starting off more.

Felan no longer cared that her muscles ached for rest or that however fast she ran she could not beat a rock slide, she did what always came first to her mind, Run. Zigzaging along the small path was difficult, but even more so was having enemies coming at both sides of you, pounding Felan like she was a brick wall. Felan yelled out in pain when a rock the size of her snout hit her broken jaw, the pain seized up in the muscles and a blow to her front leg made it clear she was running a race she had already lost.
Felan lay still on the ash covered path, a large boulder trapping her front legs and multiple small rocks littered over her side.

If there was a pack out here, Felan hoped they had heard, friend or foe. She would sufficate if neither came.

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The huntress had been attempting to rest her weary body. Her brain was exhausted from the realization of her individual situation alongside the pack's current struggle. A part of her was overflowing with pride and confidence, she was the best bitch within Vashti and none would change that. Well, the Dire femme hoped not anyway. With a gentle sigh she shifted her figure and slowly brought herself to exhausted paws. Hunting and searching for survivors was taking up much of her time, even sleep seemed to completely disappear from her life. The dream land had always been a difficult place for Kuma to access, but lately it felt damn near impossible. With exhaustion etched so deep within her, the huntress was unsure what to do about the strange way she was feeling. A different sort of hormone spike seemed to lurk in her bloodstream. She did not know what to make of the entire thing.

Paws brought her ashy hued body further from the dens, carrying her in no specific direction but away. There was no place that Kuma needed to be, except perhaps asleep, yet she felt compelled to wander towards the oasis. It would always hold a fond place within her heart, regardless of the outer defense she prepared. Darius always had been particularly despised within her crania, that meaning the femme hated how much she adored the brutal beast. He did guide them and care for them regardless of gender. There was something alluring about the Dire brute, it had forever consumed her mind and driven her to be better than the rest. She lingered at the specific oasis for only a moment, reliving what meant more to her than she would ever let any of the others know. It was then that the faint calling of another caught her audits, distracting her from the place where she lost the remnants of innocence. A low growl rumbled from the bitch's chest and she turned away from the beautiful water, making towards the sound at a gradually increasing pace.

Sickness began to chew her stomach upon the approach to the direction of the song. She had been avoiding the excessively ashen areas as much as possible, it made keeping her gorgeous pelt clean rather difficult. Kuma had always been very prideful in her looks, ensuring that she not only held better skills but was significantly more eye-catching than the lower bred bitches. Her family had lived alongside Darius' for generations, she was one of the few that had actual lineage to Vashti. It was a never ceasing reminder that none could quite master her superb abilities. Regardless, the nausea settling into her stomach was becoming overwhelming, for a flash of time she almost wanted to turn around and forget the call. 'I am not going to deal with a loner running about through our lands,' she snarled again, paws slowing in order to keep her balance atop the bits of rubble.

Hellfire optics gleamed as she spotted what appeared to be a canine smashed beneath the rocks. Head cocked to the side for a second before she felt herself rushing towards the other. 'You better be alive bitch, Darius said to find survivors,' no words parted from her muzzle initially. Rather, the gray pelted canine opted to push the debris from the loner's chest and head first. If the canine was already dead than her words would be nothing more than a waste of breath anyhow. With her mind growing fuzzy from exhaustion, Kuma knew it was necessary to use the rest of her energy as wisely as possible. Otherwise she would find herself curled up in a bed of ash. A soft grumble escaped her lips and the femme grabbed the red canine by the back of her neck, dragging her a bit away from the immediate danger.

Softly the femme began to cough, her body was raging that she dared to wander back into such a polluted area. Crimson eyes scanned the small russet canine and she offered it a gentle nudge, "Whelp, wake yourself," even though the femme was alive Kuma demanded a response. From what her observations revealed, this canine was not even old enough to reach pure adulthood. There was a certain youth that still hung about the canine's physique that she had not grown out of, or perhaps never would. The Dire female opted not to concern herself too excessively with the thought, rather she impatiently waited for a response.

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Felan head felt like a gust of wind, like the one that sends a shiver down your spine. It was simply a numb fuzzy feeling of a wolf teeth on her neck. Felan didn't care if she was about to die or not, she felt like it was her time. The memory of her pack, no her mother's pack. The way her brothers would always laugh and play around with her. They were like identical twins, never separated, until death. The thought of their death had nearly drove Felan mad. Well, how can you tell? How do you know if I'm insane or not? Felan mind hurt when she tried to think, but it was just a fuzzy feeling , like a really annoying head ache. Insanity

The feel of a warm snout under her's brought a smile to her unconscious face, her mother was there. Her face wasnt what Felan remembered, it was the face with no scars from abuse, her eyes had life in them, the beautiful deep blue. When Felan moved her dreamy light head to her two brothers, they were both snuggled up too. Their breathing was raising and fall at the same time, never apart. Felan eyes moved to her grandmother, her loving grandmother. But the're was something wrong, even though Felan mind was cloudy, she could see the developing wound at the old wolf's throat. The same wound that had killed her, the same wound that had been inflicted by the warrior pack. Fear latched onto Felan tongue, her brothers were too slowing their breathing until they had stoped altogether. The warmth from her mother's body was leaking like a tap, her eyes were no longer a lovely deep blue, but a dull grey and a pool of blood was starting to get bigger around the small pack. It had been a dream she had never wanted to wake up from but now it was the nightmare, same nightmare she has had for months. But when Felan breath hitched when a clump of silvia and ash got lodged in the back of her throat it brought her draining dream to a dead end.

Her eyes were blurry but the unrecognizable shape of a wolf loomed over her. Felan feet scrambled at the rock, struggling to get up. But when her feet got under her she fell like a drunk cow. Her jaw hurt like it had been broken again and her pelt was covered in ash. Felan didn't really care about what she looked like, it was more what other wolves were saying about her. She had to deal with a lot in the pack, murmuring behind her back. If only her brothers were still alive. Felan went into a massive coughing fix, her whole body shock as she tried to get all the ash of of her throat. When that was over Felan looked up at the wolf before her, she was as tall as a tree and she could see the canine teeth. This is no wolf she had ever seen in her life. Felan small body cowered and shivered, T-Thank you f-for saving my life. Large one. She stammered quietly. Felan thought it would be respectful if she used titles, least the Bull beneath the Earth has stoped and is now sleeping quietly, maybe he had just woken because Skoll was bored and wanted something bigger than him to fight, rather than the moon. Felan looked up at the wolf and gasped at how her red eyes gleaned like ruby's, the same as Truika, the favored she wolf of the great son of the wolf god Ferris. Felan loved the story of the wolf gods sons, one with eyes as yellow as gold, this was the larger pup the favored one of the two. The other, smaller pup with one light blue like the sky and the other a dull grey, Skoll. It was said that that he could see death out of his eyes. As the pups had grown together in the forest of God's they started to fall for the same she-wolf, Truika.

Felan snapped out of it, this is no time for silly pup story's, this was a life and death situation. But still Felan felt calm around this wolf, she felt like she was safe again.

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Once more her flawless gray pelt was littered with ash and debris, that only meant she had to take more time from her duties to clean herself up. She could not bare to be seen by the others in such a wretched state, then they would assume her to be like all of the other females on this planet. The thought made her want to be sick, but the femme held herself together. Now was not a time to go all soft and rush away to make herself pretty again. There were other things she was required to tend to first - this lone femme being one of them. Irritation grew in her chest, more at herself than the rescued canine. She could simply not pinpoint what had caused her protective nature all of a sudden. There was no rhyme or reason to risk herself for another, especially someone that she did not know.

Certainly her own behavior was rather peculiar, but the Dire femme would need to focus upon that at another time. She gave the canine one more nudge before it suddenly awoke. It hardly seemed able to stand, as it was clumsily attempting to right itself. The flare of concern that instantly flooded her body was also bringing about a sense of fear. 'Why do I care about this canine's stability?' her head cocked to the side in a rather confused mannerism. She could not establish why this was happening to her - especially now of all times. The pack needed strong members, not stupid weaklings like she was becoming. The huntress had yet to acknowledge the truth to her situation, the pups slowly growing within her - feeding upon the nourishment their mother provided. The thought never crossed her mind as a solution to the current issue, Kuma believed herself to be frail which only meant that she needed to push herself harder. No one would top her, even if she had made a strange decision in rescuing this canine. 'It must be because Vashti needs members, Darius may be proud,' at least the femme longed to believe that her thoughts were true.

Crimson optics scanned the delicate femme before her, checking for any severe injuries. Her jaw seemed bloodied and potentially wounded, but Kuma was no shaman. That was Melethial's job, she was trained in the art of slaughter. It was her job to run the hunts and make sure they were successful every time, the dogs she lived with would not accept anything less. Of course she always delivered, or had until the well-trained team had died. It still pained her heart, she had focused her life into preparing those bitches to work together and deliver food to their Alpha - oh, and the other males too of course. They did work to protect them, even the Dire femme could not deny that their warriors were superbly well-trained as well. Until the hellfire rain, their pack had been perfect. All thanks to Lord Darius of course.

At first the ashen hued female hardly noticed that the other was about to speak, thankfully her attention shifted quickly. 'Large, eh? That is something I have yet to hear.' Either way her mind stored it away as a compliment and a gift of power. The new huntress was tiny as a whelp, certainly being the largest huntress would stroke her ego. Further would it push Kuma to her beliefs that she was better than the rest, but that was what got her so mistreated by the Alpha. Secretly, the femme adored every challenge that the superior gave her. It was an opportunity to prove to all that she could overcome anything and still do it with perfection swirling around her. Carefully the female nodded her head to the other's words, red optics never drifting from Felan's figure. "You're welcome, femme - what do you call yourself?" The creature's tone was authoritative, not willing to permit this female to slide out of saying her name. Kuma deserved to know after all, she did just save the foreigner's life.

A brief silence overtook the huntress as she impatiently awaited the canine's words. The creature had to have some sort of a calling, the female could not believe that one could not be given a name. Without such, one was severely lacking a piece of their identity. Tail flicked in annoyance behind her, more for the sudden debris littering her coat than anything else. Being dirty instantly put the creature in an obscenely foul mood, but she would not be wandering within pack territory with a loner. A certain trust needed to be established before the Dire bitch would even considering summoning Maglor or Darius.

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Felan could not believe her luck. Her eyes had started to clear and her breathing was getting a little easier, but she could still tell who this was. Her grandmother use to talk about the old days whenever the pack had gone hunting, Felan and her two brothers would curl up next to each other to listen always was Felan in the middle. The thought almost brought a tear into the femme dull blue eyes, her grandmother would stand tall infrount of them, ready to gesture anything the pups didn't understand and with a booming voice she would tell a story.
This large wolf reminded her of one of them, her grandmother had said in the years where man to hunted deer like the wolf there had been giant wolves, they had been called the GreatWolves. It brought a smile to the tired red wolf remembering the old shaman making a fool of herself by raising to the tip of her toes to make herself bigger and how she had put twigs in her mouth to illustrate long canine teeth. Felan looked the wolf up and down, making sure not to stare at her eyes, she fits the description, so she must be! Felan mind was racing, she was in the present of a GreatWolf.

Felan struggled to her feet, she needed to show this wolf she could look after herself, But not ageist rock slides Her mind sneered. Felan examined the the wolf carefully, she had a big built and has grown to her full height this ment she must be in a pack or a very good hunter. But it narrowed it down when she saw her pelt, it was clean as a underwater rock except for the few bits of ash that lay ontop of her pelt, as if it was a sin to sink any further into the beautiful coat. Felan looked down at herself, her pelt was more ash than fur, her jaw was caked in blood from the rock hit and it was slightly skint. Felan knew she would never be the prettiest or the fittest, or infect she would never be of anything, but she knew she could help other be what she was not. The little red wolf was so lost in mind she nearly missed the GreatWolf question, she had never been called a femme in the first meeting of another wolf, she had always been called a bitch and sometimes she would think it was her name. F-Felan, The Small One, Great One The small red wolf stuttered, She knew this wolf was of pack and she needed in, but still she didn't know why she let her title slip her mussel. Felan remembers when her mother would only use that name if she had got in trouble.

Felan watched her body language, the large femme was clearly irritated about being outside in this fog of ash. The blue eyes lit up, Felan loved to play, she was still a pup and still needed to play. And yours? GreatWolf Felan asked, her body language was calm and a little nervous. Are you of pack? She asked quickly, she was tired, hungry and thirsty. She needed her to be of pack or least able to help her, to look after her.

Felan waited patiently, she wasn't the type to wait. In the warrior pack you were always moving around, always helping the brutes. The small femme remembers everything that happened there, all the injustice never justified, all evil never neutralized by good. But who was Felan to judge, she was young and knew nothing of the world. Maybe all packs have the fight between good and evil, black vs white, always with the grey between. If this strange wolf was of pack, she needed to advertise herself like a peacock winning a mate. Make herself look more useful, not the skinny undernourished wolf she is. But first she needed to know who this is, Felan wasn't the one to trust.

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The Dire femme was intrigued by the amount of smaller canines that were now stumbling upon Vashti. Never in her life would the femme have believed that it would be necessary to accept such small creatures. Alas, the hellfire storm had claimed many of their lives. Even today Kuma's heart ached at the thought of those who were no longer with them. Smaller and more delicate creatures were taking over their lands now, or simply wishing to join. 'They must believe that we can protect them,' the thought nearly made her sick for the Vashti members had hardly been able to care for themselves after the disaster. Their expansive territory needed to be protected and there were not many wolves to do it. She was still attempting to get used to this new way of life, even if it was only temporary.

Change had always been unsettling to the huntress, her parents had raised her according to the specific lifestyle of Vashti. Now that things were changing rapidly around them, Kuma had begun to feel slightly lost and dissociated from her former self. The old version would have simply left this smaller female to die; yet, for whatever reason, she had felt compelled to save the other. Such kindness usually sheltered itself away in her heart, but only to make her stronger than the others. There was something slowly but surely changing inside of her - the Dire canine just did not realize what exactly was occurring. Pregnancy was the last thing upon her mind, it was something that the femme had never even considered. After all, Darius had not produced an heir yet, it was unlikely that she would be the one to bring him one. None of the females here were as skilled as herself and Kuma was uncertain if she was ready, or willing, to step down for several weeks to care for puppies. Crimson gaze settled upon the terrain beyond where herself and Felan were, she needed to separate herself from such foolish thoughts.

Audits quivered mildly as the strange femme spoke, the Dire was interested in what the other had to say; however, she refused to show an excessive eagerness to hear it. Kuma would not let this newcomer believe that she was of any importance, because none of the females were around here. They were all just worthless dirt no matter what they managed to accomplish. Once more she settled her vibrant red optics back upon the loner, "I am Kuma the Lead Huntress of Vashti." Pride swelled within her chest at the mentioning of her place within the pack. Her family had been of importance to Vor'asa for generations. An inquisitive glance found itself resting upon Felan's features, "What were your intentions for coming here?" The huntress was slightly perplexed at this entire situation; although she masked such feelings quite well. 'Has this canine not heard of our threatening power? Or did she...' her thought trailed off, as if her brain couldn't manage to finish it. Rather, the ashen femme flicked her audits quickly. The bridge was the only logical scenario, but the huntress prayed she was being crazy. Nothing could come from over there, right? The mere idea brought cascading shivers to the larger femme's insides.

Everything in the world her around was transforming into something completely different than what she had grown to know. It started out with the earth's shaking and the cruel, hellfire storm. Next was her interactions with Darius; now the female hardly recognized herself. She had never been one to show excessive kindness, especially not to those outside of Vashti. Something within had compelled her to rescue this delicate creature, the reason was still foreign to the huntress. Such an action was completely abnormal to her. Regardless, she knew that it was worthless to dwell on her own actions now, even though they kept finding their way back to the top of her mind.

The huntress had a natural urge to distrust all that did not belong to Vashti, on occasion even canines within her own pack. If there was no reason to trust than why would she, it simply gave her an opportunity to be wounded - appear weak. There was never a beneficial time to show those innermost emotions of fear and the inability to care for yourself. All that Kuma had grown to know was that only the strong survive and in order to prosper one must make themselves useful. Life had been spent on that lone factor, she had perfected her skills in hunting. Slowly but surely gaining the ability to teach others the unique art as well, it was only so they could provide for the brutes. There would never be any male hunters, the same as female warriors were nonexistent here. It made sense to the Dire, it simply was their way of life and she never had doubted it. Years had passed by her, persistently trying to gain some form of approval from the others even though she had been born to carry the large responsibility upon her shoulders. Part of that task was knowing who to put faith in. On the exterior she remained distant to all, even Melethial did not receive much warmth from Kuma in the public's eyes.

For now this Felan canine was simply some trespasser, that she had saved for some random reason. 'Why do I have reason to put any sort of faith in her?' Vashti was in no position to be accepting the useless and weak, none of them knew how any of the newer members would be in the long run. Would they prove to be useful or merely a waste of food, time and energy? For their sake, she hoped that they could carry some weight. If this femme was granted acceptance it was likely that she would be trained under Kuma in order to be a hunter. Especially now they needed them, everyone was responsible for all the tasks in order to make Vashti prosperous once more.

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Oh dear, what had she got herself into now... Felan looked up at the so said extinct wolf, how could this be possible? And why is she cowering like a pup, this is the stuff of league's! Felan straightened herself out, flexing her back, it made creeps and groans in protest from its original position in submission. Repositioning her jaw was going to be painful, slamming shut her eyes, Felan rotated her jaw bone back into place, letting out a pained whine. Slowly Felan relaxed her body and moved a little closer to her new friend Kuma, well if she saw her as a friend. What's it like in your pack! She ripped excitedly Is there peace? Is everyone treated equally? Felan's dull blue eyes lit up at the thought, a pack that trust each other, a pack with little violence. Oh what a dream! Felan seemed to completely ignore all her pain and agony and was soon acting like a pup, jumping and skipping like a week old lamb. Felan paused to recall what Kuma had said, lead huntress? That means there must be more wolves! Felan ripped out in excitement, ignoring all her past fear for new wolves.

Turning back to Kuma, she gave her a tooth grin. I would like to see who ever is your Drappa! I would like to join your pack! Felan ripped in reply. She was surprised she used the old ways name for a female alpha, maybe they had a male alpha, meaning it would be Dragga she should of said. Never mind, she guessed the wolf didn't know what she was blabbering on about, but she should get some of what she said. Glancing up and the steep hills around her, Felan wondered if they should go, she had noticed the GreatWolf irritable gestures to the soft falling ash. That suddenly reminded Felan of what mess she must look like. Ummm. GreatWolf, do you know of any places were I could clean down? She said gesturing towards her back, which was starting to bleed again, mixing with the ash gave a dark red form of sticky liquid, if you could call it liquid.

Great many story's Felan could tell, oh so many! Maybe she could tell them to Kuma as they walked to where ever this pack stays. Swishing her tail, the small red wolf shock all the dusty ash off, creating a small dark fog of ash around her. Quickly looking around Felan spoke up again. I don't have many talents, but maybe I could learn how to hunt better from you? Or if you have a Shaman, I could learn more from them! She said blankly. Looking up at Kuma and smiling, I can also look after pups, and tell great story's! Oh yes, she loves story's! And still so many she needed to tell.

Glancing around the red wolf eyes settled upon a small bridge in the distance, the ash had settled and was showing a clear sky. She wondered if the pack needs a scout, or something to relate to running. Felan loves running and can't wait to finally be accepted into a pack again.

Words: 528
Muse: Not good at all, Feel really bad about this post
Notes:Sorry it's so short xD
Tags: @kuma

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The Dire femme smirked slightly at the delicate femme. That canine seemed so ignorant to the true ways of the world, at least how her world worked. Within Vashti there was no equality and fairness between males and females. Kuma's life was spent trying to prove her abilities to the males, many of which she had grown up with. Even so, she was not as skilled as them. Since she was born she practiced and trained, hoping to be better than all of the others - wanting to prove to Darius that she was the best female around. At least she could convince herself that she was not the worst, for this mating season she had been one that the Alpha had chosen. The femme opted not to think about their decline in members as a likely cause for his actions; she merely hoped that he had seen something in her at last.

Still her pregnancy was hardly acknowledged, there was little to no apparent weight gain to her muscular figure; yet, the female felt drastically more defensive over herself and her family. Melethial had been far too busy for her friend lately, leaving the poor huntress in the dark about her own condition. The pups inside her that would one day be prancing around outside and attempting to play with everyone. Her auds flicked themselves backwards in slight irritation towards her own thoughts. There was no reason to believe that anything positive would be coming into her life, Vashti needed rebuilding before it could be fully suited for a nursing mother. She wanted no trouble at all, merely the former glory of Vashti brought about once again. A slight grumble parted ways with the female's lips before she began to answer Felan's first question. "Equality?" laughter erupted from her muzzle, such a word hardly existed within their community - especially when it came to bitches.

"Females are nothing here, valued less than the dirt the males walk upon," rage was boiling just beneath the surface. Certainly she had no reason to feel such hostility towards the other canine; however, she did. Whatever reasoning there was had convinced Kuma that Felan did not belong here. It was a threat to her family. Hormones were terrorizing the Dire and she knew not the direct cause for it. Her actions were impulsive, the true reasoning hiding just beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal themselves. Fur dared to begin bristling along the back of her neck, wanting nothing more than to chase this loner back to wherever she came from. They had enough to worry about without this new bitch harassing them. Perhaps the female was feeling jealous for no apparent reason; yet, any new female could be a threat to her power and authority. Steadily her tail began swinging lightly behind her, almost in a taunting mannerism.

Felan's rambling only made her short temper worse, causing the Dire to long to snap out at the female. 'Why is she here? Intruding on our already weak defenses,' shivers cascaded up and down her spine. Kuma regretted saving this canine already, it was far too dangerous. "The Alpha is far too busy, I can take care of this business," her lips curled back revealing her sharp fangs towards the red femme. "He is not partial to intruders..." the femme's words seemed to hang in the air around them. The Huntress was far too loyal to Darius, she had been since they were whelps and for no valid reason. Innermost feelings were sheltered, speaking them to the brute would only make her look extremely weak. The thought of appearing nothing better than the other females scared Kuma more than anything else. She gently began moving towards the petite canine, hellfire orbs focused closely.

There was no safety anywhere within Vor'asa now, but she could help Vashti rebuild. Only the strong would survive, a soft whine escaped the female's maw. The tone was strange and likely appeared like she was egging Felan on to fight with her. There was nothing that could calm Kuma's rage, she was focused on one thing and that was shooing this blabbering idiot away from them. "You're better off going back to where you came from, I am sure they all miss you." a near purr emitted her maw. She had never get so strange before, so weary of absolutely every canine that she had stumbled across. But now something was different and it greatly bothered the female that she didn't know the cause. Red optics seemed to plead with Felan to leave, it was as if they were warning her.

OoC| sorry I know this sucks and is short, but I know you had a switch up of plans with packs.