Xola || 6 || Female || Wolf || Eastern Medic || M: Hondo, Astronomy, Violet, Hymir (Ind), Oreithya (Ind), Malicia (Ind), Newborns (Ind)

The night fallen female smiles gently down at Hondo upon his thanks, her tail swishing slowly behind her. Her eyes crinkled slightly in amusement as he dove into his meal, watching as he only pulled away to answer her question. Her gaze follows his own after he affirms that he wouldn’t be needing anything else – settling upon his injured paw. The wounds would likely persist for a while, due to their severity, but it was nothing her and Violet couldn’t deal with.

However, the medic’s eyes were quick to widen as he moved to stand – taking a step of her own backwards to grant him some leeway. His words, no matter how familiar to the day they were, strung a twinge of annoyance in her heart. One that would undeniably lead to further stress.

Please, not this again.

She watches as his striped form brushes past her, moving towards the entrance of the den. Twisting around (by literally springing her front up in a jump-like motion), she prepares to cut off his exit… only to pause as another wolf proceeds to block her path. Much to her burning annoyance. A cocky one he was, holding a posture that screamed “I am in charge here.” If he weren’t one of her patients, she would have had her son chase him from her sights this very instant. (If he were still in the den, anyway.)

Xola flattens her ears back as the male sits in front of her, wrapping his tail across his paws in a fluid motion – huffing out a puff of condensed air into the cooling atmosphere. Her striking gaze, which was now filled with a burning fire, roared against his own chilling glint. A sign that she wasn’t about to back down, no matter how “pleading” he appeared. She takes a step towards him before speaking.

“Well, Astronomy,” she juts her nose forward (far enough away where she wouldn’t get snapped at) with now raised and alert years, “I’d surely love to send you home, but I’m afraid that you’re not cleared to leave. If I recall, you’ve yet to take any herbs for said journey home. And I’m not entirely sure that you’d even be able to move fast enough to reach your camp before the storm hits. Even if you only sustain a few scratches – which would require one more survey before your departure. Besides, that attitude of yours could surely use some remedying, don’t you think?”

The charcoal colored female tilts her head at the end of her statement – a teasing sort of gesture, but also a slight challenge. Or, rather, a warning. A slight reminded (or wise suggestion) that it would not be in his best interest to act so upright towards her, nor rush his own recovery.

Moving out of his personal space, she walks around him to where she had last seen Hondo. To her dismay (but not to her surprise), he had already exited to den. Her shoulders sag slightly at the revelation as a little sigh escapes her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she does not look at the muddy wolf behind her as she speaks, “I have another wolf to find thanks to your… insistence on leaving early.”

With a swish of her tail, the night pelted female moves to follow after the brindle male. Her steps were light but certain and motivated, carrying her towards the opening of her den where Violet had just entered. She smiled softly as she watched the younger female free herself from the frosted flakes that were softly falling from the sky.

Her apprentice was swift to cut her pathing off once more, not far from where she and Hondo had just spoken. At her initial offer, Xola simply shakes her head no – all but ready to catch yet another run away – but she takes pause at her following statement. Her ears, again, fall at the words that now rung through her ears.

“Newborns?”

Her voice was meek and quiet – quieter than usual – as the shock settled upon her. What had occurred during her short trip from camp. Taking a breath, she meets her apprentice’s gaze with a look of solid confidence (and completely missing the second question the gray female presented). “Take me to them.”

Violet l Female l Medic Apprentice l Eastern l M: Xola, Hymir (ind), Illusion, Malicia, Newborns, Hondo

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Violet nodded, sensing her mentor's shock. She also realized Xola had missed her second question. She assumed they could talk while they walked, of course, if Xola listened. "Well let's go then." She said, trying to force a smile, worry started filling her gut. Was Hymir okay? Was that why Xola ignored her? No, Xola had other things on her mind, she just hadnt heard her. She gave her head a shake, to rid herself of those thoughts. She just couldnt think like that.

Violet turned around, seeing the Beta go into his den for a moment, then turned to go do something else, he looked like he was going to check on things, with his slight hobble and the occasional grimince. She dismissed it, and tryed to start up a conversation with Xola. Flurries fluttered around her and the dark pelted female, as they walked towards Illusions den. "So.." Violet started, trying not to blush. "Have you seen Hymir lately? Or know where he is?" She wouldnt meet her mentors eyes, and kept looking straight ahead, and occasionally towards the snowy sky.

Brute l Male l Beta l Raven l M: Hunting Party, Willow

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Brute smelled the air, snow following on his nose, making him sneeze. He shook his head, it was only a flurry, but he knew soon it would snow harder, or even blizzard. He started to smell the earth, smelling faint trails of rabbits, rodents and birds, and the very faint scent of deer. His mouth started to water, he hadnt tasted deer in what seemed like weeks. But he couldnt let that get to him. Willow overtook him, and started to smell something in the ground, then alerted to avoid. He trotted in front of her and sniffed a tree, he looked up and saw a squirrel, who seemed to be mocking him. And just for fun, it threw one of its prized acorns at him, hitting right between the eyes. He let out a sigh, knowing in this weather he wouldnt be able to climb the tree. Soon Willow was at hus side, and she brushed her shoulder against his, sending a warm shiver up his side. He returned the smile then stopped abruptly. His eyes went eide and his nose went in the air. Was that really what he thought that was? Deer! In response, and white tail flickered behind some brush. He held his tail up, signaling prey up ahead, then lowered into a hunters crouch, slowly stalking towards his prey.