Anya nervously looked away when Sundown came up to her and practically put his face into hers. Why did he have to be so close? When he started asking a ton of questions, the young mother panicked a bit. She hadn't thought to check on Bri's fever or anything. Anya looked at Sundown as she went to speak, catching his sorry look. "She, uhh...Isn't as fussy as before. She quietly whines a bit but she isn't crying like before. And uhh...im pretty sure she's not cold and i haven't checked to see if her fever is gone." She answered and gave a Sundown guilty smile with her last sentence. She truly felt bad for not paying more attention to Brielle.

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When Sundown turned to Flame, so did Anya. Her eyes lit up, curious about what she would tell Sundown. But before the female could get too curious, the male brought up the elder's vision. Even though she had asked about the story that involved Flame's vision loss and didn't get told off, she wasn't sure if Flame would want others asking about it. And that is why Anya's ears went back as she let out a quiet whine. If you weren't paying close attention you could mistake it for Brielle but the source was actually Anya. The female hates anyone getting mad or sad, so she stretched her neck out and nuzzled Flame's shoulder. It was the only thing she could think to do besides sit there nervously.

Quilo || 3 Years, 5 Months || Male || Strays United Guard || M: Temari

Quilo’s ears droop the moment Temari looks to the ground, her formerly cheery expression a mere ghost in what was before him now. His head tilts to the side, confused and concerned with the response he had received. He reaches out a paw to comfort her, only to pause as she begins to speak – leaving it hanging in her general direction.

Icy eyes soften at her initial statement and clouded eyes, a painting of sympathy passing over them. While it wasn’t very detailed or informative, he could gather enough through her expression and manner of speaking alone. Something had happened. Something terrible. And it had likely been caused by her family. That or they left her and her brother at the slightest hint of danger.

But, surely, they aren’t entirely evil. Right? Maybe there was a misunderstanding of sorts?

To her next statement, he couldn’t help but relate. To an extent, anyway. He knew what it was like to always be on the run. Particularly from dog catchers. While their games were always fun to him, they rarely gave him a moment’s rest. If not for his boundless energy, they definitely would have caught him. And from what others described, it wouldn’t have been pretty.

Noticing her distant stare, the husky male reaches out a leg and hooks it around her in an awkward sort of hug. He leans in slightly, pressing himself into her bright coat as well as he possibly could from his current position.

The canine sat there for a little bit, studying her motions. He didn’t believe the smile making its way back onto her face. Not after what he had seen. It was strained. Forced. And clearly a mark of pain. Licking her ear, he tries to get in closer proximity to her.

“Yes, that is a good thing. A very good thing. We’re your family now. Me, your brother, and everyone else in camp! You don’t have to fear anymore. We got you,” he offers her a smile during his remark, hoping to ease more of the tension, “And believe you me. We’re not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

Brute l Male l Beta l Raven l M: Willow, Night, Patrol

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He looked to Willow again before he turned back to Night. After the Alpha spoke he gave a brief bow. "We will pull out if need be. Right Willow." He said with a smirk, giving her a playful nudge. If she shows any sign of pain ir injury, he would pull her out himself. He moved a little closer to her, as the temperature seemed to start to drop. A cold shiver ran up his spine. This was going to be one nasty winter. He could tell Night was anxious, almost every time her would speak, his nose would be in the air, and he knew exactly what the Alpha was smelling. He could see snowclouds in the distance, swirling together and moving towards camp. Luckily they haf already "winterized" the dens, or whatever you want to call it. "We should get going." He said to himself and Willow, and he followed Night into the woods, his nose in the air for any type of prey.

Xola || 6 || Female || Wolf || Eastern Medic || M: River, Killjoy, Hondo, Violet (Ind)

The dark coated female watches as River perks up at her appearance, blush creeps its way up her cheeks as she processes the words spoken. A gentle smirk makes its way onto her own face – one of teasing knowing. Her striking eyes reflect the same emotion, but with the added tint of amusement. She knew this feeling all too well. Even if it had been many years since she had experienced it.

I wonder… will I experience such a thing again?

Metaphorically shaking her head of these thoughts – not wanting to weigh herself down – the medic takes a step backwards, granting the silvery wolf before her room to stand. Her head rose to its usual height while the female’s stayed slightly hunkered down as she accepted her offer.

Offering her a gentle smile, Xola pads around the female, positioning herself on the side of the uninjured shoulder. She allows the hunter to take the first step after motioning for her to do so, letting her set the pace. Though, she was the one to lead the silver and white wolf towards the den (which she thankfully remembered the location of) afterwards.

The walk itself was silent, with River seemingly being within her own head the whole time. The night pelted female gladly left her to them, suspecting that she was trying to sort out some things. About her feelings, possibly? Unsure of what to make of them? She could only assume.

It didn’t take too long for the two females to stop in front of the alpha’s den. It was there that the blue eyed wolf’s head picked up, causing a chuckle to slip past the night-fallen one. A nuzzle followed by a ‘thank you’ from the injured female follows that sign of obvious excitement, drawing a soft smile from the medic.

“Of course, dear. Now, go get him,” she gives River a knowing look before she pads into the den.

The charcoal colored female sits there, for a moment or two. Just listening to see if the two would be alright if she were to leave. Noticing the embarrassed look sent her way she simply chuckles and nods towards the male in the den before nodding back to her own little “living area.” A small nudge from the distance they shared, and a signal as to where she would be if she was needed.

Standing, Xola turns back to her den and does as she motioned. Though, she does snag a bit of prey that a hunter had caught either earlier in the day or the day before along the way. It was a small thing, but food nonetheless. Taking a few seconds she looks around, she scans for any initial signs of trouble. But, upon finding none, she trots over to the beta and plots the prey down in front of him – nudging him with a paw in the process to stir him from his slumber. She felt… guilty for doing so, preferring to allow patients to sleep, but she wasn’t about to let him go hungry.

“I got the prey you request,” the female says quietly (or, well, quieter than normal), “Is there anything else you would like before I make my rounds around the den again? And find that apprentice of mine.”