Without Tratto's Blessing

[Zhentee]

The end of the day was growing close, and Fenris faded off to one side of the mountains, and Tor peeked up from the opposite side. Near a tree, laid a great ebon varg, painted with a crimson brown. Sprawled on his back, legs and paws resting strait in the air, leaving his stomach and throat open for attack, a posture few would sleep in, save for those who were more than confident that they were completely safe in their surroundings. And that was exactly how this varg felt, after all this was him home, a long, long time ago Zhentee was the varg who ruled this pack, with his mate Zephyr by his side And even at that time, there was merely three wolf who could face him and stand a chance. Kanis the first, was a friend to his mate. Ghart the second, became mate to his daughter. But Tamra the third, he was the one to really worry about. the first of the Balkar, and a wolf who demanded respect. Feared but all, but somehow, he intrigued Zhentee. But not now. Those days had long but past along with the vargs he knew and respected. And now, Zhentee couldn’t think of a single varg that could stand a chance, even with the disability of Zhentee’s age.

The ebon and crimson-brown varg twitched lightly with the dreams of days long since past. The land was definitely different then…

This new Ge-rad was deffinitly diffrent, and he couldn't help but compare it to the old Ge-rad. The old land was lush, with a beauty that he feared he may never see again, especially not after the burning of his land by man. On his travels earlier that day, he had passed the spot were that battle had taken place, and his mind filled with the images of that day. It was as if the ghost of the past were replaying the even in front of him, all on slow motion. He could see the backs of man rushing in with torches and weapons, ambushing the Ge-rad pack as they tried to escape. And then with a devious trap, man corralled then in to a ring of fire with no way to escape, or so man thought. The wolves of the pack were all yelling and whispering to each other, trying to figure away, while the pups were left to huddle with each other, howling scared cries. The end looked grim that day, but the idea soon came to them to jump. If they could jump the wall of fire, then they could make it. The Drappa had gone first, then the wounded and the weak. While the stronger picked up the pups to help them over. But with ever second the flames grew higher and higher, and their escape rout was being beginning to fade. But there were still more to get out, and Zhentee stayed till the end. But the time he could escape the flames had grown monstrously high. He looked for another place to jump, but there was none. The smoke was getting to him, he knew he had to get out and now. He picked up the last pup that remained into the land, and with all the strength he could muster, he leaped into the air, barley clearing the top of the fire before plunging to the ground, hitting it with a thud and a roll. Dropping the pup. As Zhentee watched the scene unfold before him, his eyes filled with tear, and he had to look away. ‘just keep walking.’ he told himself.

He continued on, and as he did so, more ghosts haunted him. But at least these ones weren’t so grim. He past the spot were he had first meet his daughter Aztec. Zhentee was a wandering varg, and when Azzy joined the pack he was away. For a time it was just his mate and her daughter, and when Zhentee returned, his little Azzy refused to have anything to do with him. She ran from him, and hid. Zhentee past the spot were he had found her hiding, and he could see the ghost of his former self, and his little girl. It was there that they made amends. He continued on, as the ghost haunted him, memories he had almost forgotten. Hunting with pack-mates, playing with pups. Meeting each and ever one of his new pack mates. He came across the old den, now it was half filled with fallen dirt, and lingering ghosts, furry lumps huddled together, searching fro warmth in the cold of winter.

Visions such as this had haunted him all day, as he traveled threw his land…

He flopped on his side with a crunching plop, as he disturbed the freshly fallen snow. HE rolled to his stomach drowsily lifting his head, revealing his pink tong, and sharp pearly teeth, with a long needed yawn. He stood then, and stretched, and shook, before looking around. Night was calling, and the stars started their twinkling. While Tor smiled down at the world.

Zhentee sat and stared up at the stars. He wasn’t sure why he had retuned to this and, or why these visions haunted him. Perhaps it was the fact that this was his home, no matter how much it had changed. while starting up at the glistening sky, Zhentee seemed detached from the world around him, as one last ghost haunted him. For just a moment, he could feel the warmth of his mate pressed next to him, but when he looked with hopeful eyes, he found that there was nothing. And how could there be?

Zhentee rose to his paws, and once again, started his travel that had no clear destination. Perhaps he wanted to meet the alpha’s who had ceased rank, as leaders of his pack? He had not yet meet either of them, and he hadn’t heard the best of things about them. Not only that, but the varg who was over thrown was the equivalent of his grandson, and picked by his mate with the intentions of leading a great pack, but now his pack was in strangers rule. What would he do when he meet them? Would they fight? Would the be glad to see him? He no longer smelled of Ge-rad, or at least… not this Ge-rad. Nor did he ask for Tratto’s blessing. But was there really a need? After all this pack was his was it not?

Perhaps it was this delusion that called his back to his land?

[orin]

She at first picked up only a scent, so faint, yet she realized quickly that it didn’t belong to any of the Ge-Rad she knew.
Or was it?
Amaya looked up from her scouting, her amethyst eyes flashing like polished stones. For a moment her hackles bristled slightly, yet then smoothed down into the same dormant state. With a swift sweep of her hind legs the black she-wolf thrust herself forward, muzzle up, following the foreign smell. It didn’t take.

The stranger was a Dragga, black was the dominant color with shadings of crimson, while his eyes were pools of bright green. Who could this be? For the moment Amaya remained hidden in the shadows, keeping downwind from the new comer. He was fairly large, much bigger than herself. A shudder slithered down her spine, what if he’s hostile? Might as well find out…
“You there!” She growled, not in a mean way, yet not to friendly either. “Please state your name and business in the Ge-Rad.” As she spoke Amaya stepped into view, tassel raising a bit, head lowered.

[Zhentee]

Zhentee continued his aimless wandering of the night, his mind still playing tricks on him. But soon a sound broke threw the illusions, the sound of paw colliding with the soft snow. Zhentee secretly sniffed the air, ‘that hunter should be more cautious, and not make so much noise.’ he thought to himself. But the sound continued as he did, for a short time, until a voice brook threw the silent darkness of the night. Zhentee casually peered over his shoulder to see who it was. An ebon female, not a hunter, but a warrior. ‘oh well, simple mistake’ he mumbled to himself, referring back to his hunter comment.

He turned slightly then, able to face the stranger without straining his neck. “Me?, I am Zhentee,” hi voice boomed, silencing any faint noises there may have been. “I am Dragga of this pace, well, former that is, and my business is my own.” Zhentee was usually not one for looking down on other, but as he turned, facing the varg, taking a few steps forward, he glared down at her. “And you, who might you be, and what is your business in my lands?” he asked, his tail swayed back and forth, with no real reason. He raised his brow ridges, as he awaited an answer from the varg.

[Uskiya]

Uskiya trailed behind no one in particular, though it seemed she was following somebody the way she snaked through the terra. Not so long ago a family renunion had gone sour and things were falling apart, but now it seemed some things had returned to normal. At least so she thought.

The gray fae made her way softly, having no mission or point in her wandering she felt she should take a lope along the border. Or she could return and at least find where all the pups were, though they had all taken on an independence of their own and needed little from the nurse. With a shrug she continued on her way, passing through the densest part of the Ge-rad terra. Her nose picked up on the scent of Amaya, one of the scouts of Ge-rad. She had been kind to the nurse through the little they met and Uskiya was slightly inclined to go see her. But she was probaby busy scouting and it might be rude to interrupt her. She turned to leave but something sent a shiver down her gray furred back.

There was a foreign scent, yet there had been no call to ask to enter into Ge-rad. Fearing a hostile intruder Uskiya went to investigate. She stayed hidden among the shadows and watched as Amaya confronted the stranger. He was tall and would pose a challenge should he decide to become aggressive. But he spoke of being the previous dragga of Ge-rad....Uskiya hadn't known the previous alphas or pack that Ge-rad had once been. It was possible he had been the dragga, but it mattered nothing now. HE was in their territory.

Uskiya stepped out from where she was and stood beside Amaya. Looking over the varg who called himself Zhentee. "Your lands?" She spoke, not really angered, but annoyed and questioning. "Wha's your buisness in Ge-rad?" She asked though Amaya had asked before.

[Lydair]

Ebony lips twitched as the foreign scent wafted past the hybrid’s muzzle, her nares flaring as the scent didn’t register. The Varg that was prowling in her terra was not one that she knew, and her cyan orbs flashed with the recognition as she lunged forward. Her white limbs cycled beneath her slender frame, and the beta lowered her head, the barren trees slicing her vision as she stared keenly ahead. It was her duty to protect Ge-Rad, as she ahd done countless times before. Her insides had knotted quickly with the notion that the intruder could be entirely antagonistic, perhaps of the Balkar or Sarnes. She slowed for the moment and glanced to her side; smaller tracks ran parallel to her own. She sighed with relief; had the trespasser been hostile an alarm would have been sounded. She lowered her tapered pearly maw, nosing the pawprints. Amaya. One of her Drappa’s warriors, young but strong and when she reached her full height and strength she could easily be as good as the others.

Her pace again slowed as her gaze rested on the three forms that stood in the trees: Amaya, Uskiya, and an unknown male from Koran. She had met a wolf from that pack only once before, at the melancholy passing of BT, her old Deor friend. Striding forward the cobalt Beta’s voice was clear and sharp as she stopped a few tail-lengths before Amaya, her plumed tassel rising. “These lands are not your own, wolf.” Lydair barked. “They belong to Cwen and Draeg, and we that are under their rule. Now, state your business, former dragga, and pray, tell me why you are just coming back? You were not the previous Dragga, unless it was before…” She stumbled over the name and shivered, remembering how tattered her mate had looked after fighting the large male. “…Bryrpaw. Any Varg has the sense to call Tratto’s Blessing, so you are not so harshly met with warriors, and it would be wise to do so. I am Lydair, Beta fae of this pack.”

[Zhentee]

Crimson brow bridges rose with the and green orbs moved slightly to the left as another varg arrived at the scenes. A grey fae. An old nurse. She posed no threat. Zhentee looked back to the warrior, awaiting her reply. The old nurse then spoke, but Zhentee ignored her. A question I have already answered. The silence of the night was eerie, but soon broken by the crunching sound of paw in snow, for the third time. His brow ridges rose once more, and his orbs moved, but this time to the right. A dog? He thought, as a blue hued hybrid came running t the scene. My, my, I sure seem popular this evening.

She spoke swiftly, and stupidly. At least in Zhentee’s mind, but at the moment that’s all that mattered. Annoying this one. And cocky too. He wish to simply continue his wandering, but then again, it would be rude to not say anything. “As I’ve said before, my business is my own. Its not for the ears of dogs!” he snapped, referring to the hybrid. “This land is not the property of any varg, it’s a home to many, passed present, and some in between. This land has been my home, for many years, just as its been yours for a few. Who’s to say its not mine, in the sense that it’s a home?” His deep emerald eyes flashed, running threw them could be a seen a deep rage, and a drizzle of insanity. He never took his emerald orbs off that of Lydair’s cyan one.

It was then that Zhentee noticed something, as the hybrid mentions Bryrpaw. There was an emotions twitch. And Zhentee could guess why. His lips curled into a smirk, and he rose his head high, looking down on the dog. “So, you think my grandson Bryr was though to fight? Well then, I’d advise you not to fight with me, unless you want to meet a fate worse than he who had the miss fortune of fighting with Bryr.” Zhentee snarled, reflected in his eyes, was the same look of rage and insanity from moments before. “After al Bryrpaw and his mate Talla were chosen by my mate, Zephyr to lead our pack after she died.”

((Lydair, i wa salmost cirtian your eyes were cyan, if they arnt, just tell me and I'll fix it!))

[orin]

Amaya’s black lips twitched, moving up baring her white canines.
“What I’m donin on your lands! Well-” Her words were cut off as Uskiya came forward, her question was no different than Amaya’s, yet the warrioress still wondered what this formal Dragga wanted. Her dark violet eyes were lit with an angry fire that lapped at her pupils until they became little pinpoints in pools of wild amethysts. A rowl rumbled in her belly, bubbling up in her throat, but remained quiet enough that is was only a tiny vibration in her chest. What does this Varg think he is doing? Coming into these lands without permission! Her thoughts also went wild on the fact that Dreag wasn’t present. It was only Cwen now, if this Zhentee decided to cause trouble with authority… A shudder slipped down her spine, suddenly she found and urgent impulse to get him out of the territory.
Then Lydair came. Amaya turned her black, head over in the direction of the Beta, and her friend. Slowly she stepped back, speaking quietly into the cobalt hued ear of the fae.
“He says his name is Zhentee.” She paused, what good would that do? “What soudl we do? Take him to Cwen… Drive him out?” The last few words tingled with excitement maybe this will be fun. Ye once more the maroon and black male spoke, this time Amaya did snarl.

”Shut your mouth Varg! How dare you speak to her that way! Did you not hear? She is the beta of the pack, whether you like it or not!" She leapt forward, her eyes now drilling into his emerald ones. How could he! Calling Lydair a dog! Terrible! “This may have been you lands, but that is no more. They belong to Dreag and Cwen! He me! Not you!”

[Lydair]

Lydair’s growl deepened as the bi-hued Varg snapped at her; yet another foolish creature to taunt her heritage. Snorting, she stepped forward, raising her brow. “But I am no dog, O Mighty Dragga.” She retorted, her tail lashing. “It is so damn typical of you pure-bloods to resort to such blows when you know you are wrong, isn’t it? It may not be any Varg’s property, but it is currently governed and habituated by many.” Her own cyan orbs reflected the powerful piercing of Zhentee’s, her courage- nor any other Varg of Ge-Rad- should have cowed, and with his blazing rage she fought silently with her own, the thought that, once again, wolves were taking advantage of the fact that the strength of her two leaders combined had fallen to one, though Cwen would still be a match for…Zhentee. Lydair nodded to Amaya, not taking her eyes from the maroon and ebony mann, as the proud warrioress again stuck up for the hybrid, a smile brushing across her features. She could always count on Ge-Rad, and her friends and family. Suddenly the former Dragga’s face curled into a fierce sneer, raising his maw and boasting. “Tough to fight? Not so mcuh, Zhentee, for both my Dragga and my Dragga’s son have defeated him. If you are challenging me to a fight, then make it official; if you are merely trying to threaten me, then let your warning stand aside. Obviously that fate cannot be too harsh, for the Dragga came back without severe wounds and my mate still lives today, though he was probably half of your grandson’s size.” Again the flicker of insanity broiled and bubbled through the sage orbs and the Beta’s nose wrinkled. “While I am sure he and his mate led the pack for a while, they rule no more. Your Zephyr may have chosen correctly, but no Varg lives and rules forever.”

She turned to Amaya now, her voice a gentle whisper, barely audible for the ebony femme to hear, let alone the Koran wolf. “Until now, I thought Koran were Cwen and Draeg’s allies- perhaps I am wrong, or perhaps Zhentee comes on no account of the current leaders there. Either way, unless his moves become more hostile, we will wait and see what he does and want he wants- if he decides to attack or move farther into the packlands, the remainder of Ge-Rad- the warriors and Cwen especially- will need to be alarmed. You or Uskiya will have to find them, but not until I say so.”[/I]

Her pearly muzzle swept the air to gaze at Zhentee again, who seemed…past his prime, though not close to being a decrepit, geriatric, elder. “Do you wish to speak with my leaders, Zhentee, or will you be on your way?”[/I] Her voice, although not the most friendly it had ever seemed, was not hostile nor aggressive- better to treat the male with respect than risk any of them getting hurt in a fight.

(((Cyan, cerulean, azure, blue- doesn't really matter but thanks for checking. )))[/color]

[Uskiya]

(((Tis I, thanks for waiting Zhentee)))

Uskiya watched the Dragga as he refused to answer the question, was he hiding something or merely waiting for them to do something stupid so he could make his move. Either way she didn't like the way he regarded her and Amaya. Lydair appeared and Uskiya felt more reassurance now that her sister was here.
"Do not call her that, here or anywhere. " She raised her lips slightly in anger. No one was to call her sister a dog. Lydair came back harsh on the varg and Amaya as well. Uskiya being of quiet nature kept her maw shut for the most part. She may be the nurse of Ge-rad but she would and could put up a fight. Especially since there were pups in the terra, her pups too. Koran, the name seemed similar to the gray fae, she had heard the pack name before. She hoped tha they had no quarrel with Ge-rad. It appeared otherwise since Zhentee had appeared.

Her gold orbs focused on the Dragga, as if she were sizing him up, secretly she wondered if the three of them could take him. She broke her gaze and watched Lydair and Amaya speaking, probably coming up with a plan. "You may have been Dragga of this pack before but you are no longer. You can not walk through without asking Trattos blessing!" Her tone wasn' t that of so much anger, merely defensiveness. The fae had experienced much violence in her cubhood and had dealt with being chased by rival packs. She felt as if she were on thin ice, that one wrong move would break the ice and they would all be sent into a vicious battle where she could not picture herself being the victor.

[Shakó]

The rising sun was found to be a beautiful sight to the cold eyes of the Beta. Getting up from his resting spot, the large male yawned widely, stretching his silver paws. He wondered if today, too, would be uneventful, as days come to past had been. It seemed like the whole pack was holding it’s breath, waiting for the Dragga Draeg to make his return. After all, it was many suns since he had left to find his son, Kop, rumored to be taken by humans.

Getting up, Shakó began to trot around the boundaries. His thick, winter ivory pelt was beginning to regain the trademark silver that made up his underbelly, legs, and face. Not to mention, as days warmed, it was losing it’s thickness, a relief to the male. His gold eyes on the ground, the male stopped to the sight of tracks in front of him, that had crossed the borders. Shakó extended his neck, trying to catch the scent of the track’s owner. Though he couldn’t smell much, something told him that these tracks were definitely not from any Ge-Rad varg. Judging by the impression, they weren’t very old, either. His lips curling, Shakó darted in the direction they led, hoping to find the intruder soon.

Ever since the invasion of the Balker and Sarnes, Shakó had been extra cautious about any intruders in general. Being as protective as he was, it was only in his nature, especially since he learned how different his sister had become.

Irritated with himself, Shakó pushed the sore thought out of his head, making himself think of the current situation. Up ahead, he could hear the growls and snarls of fellow pack mates, perhaps they had come in contact with the intruder already. He could hear bits and pieces, such as “former Dragga” and “Dog”. Shakó’s chest leaped, could this possibly be Bryrpaw? Shakó had no idea what had become of the male, his father. All he knew, was he didn’t want a fight, not with him. Shakó’s gut squirmed with guilt, even now he felt that he had betrayed the one who accepted him into the pack in the first place.

A particularly loud snarl told Shakó that Lydair, the Fae Beta, was already on the scene. “Well, that would be the reason for the usage of “Dog”,” Shakó said aloud to himself. After all, his hybrid sister did indeed have the markings of human’s pet. But Shakó knew better, for she had the heart of a Varg, and nothing could change that.

Now the male’s large paws ceased it’s current pace, slowing as the voices were now noticeably nearer. His gold eyes caught the distant sight of three, no four Vargs: black Amaya, the silver coat of Uskiya; Lydair’s oddly marked coat, and one of which he did not recognize. This male was large, with an ebony coat speckled with crimson brown. As Shakó approached, his eyes did not leave the male, even as he caught bits of the conversation already in progress. Ivory hackles rose, along with silver lips. “I appreciate if you would keep your comments about my sister to yourself, thanks.” Shakó said, in a low but serious tone. “And Uskiya’s right, Former Dragga or not, you should at least ask for Tratto’s blessing! Trust me, that mistake has been made once before.”

[Cwen]

((Sorry for being so late…RL been getting in the way too much *stabs*. Also - I have only really skimmed through this, so I've not got the fine details on location and time of day i'm affraid...pleased forgive my mistakes!))

“What is all of this nonsense?” spoke a less than amused voice as a large, dreary figure emerged from the brush surrounding her borders. Cwen’s body had changed dramatically in the past moon or so since Draeg’s leaving, her son’s capture and her other son’s birth then sudden death. Things had simply been spiralling out of control – and in this case, it was all going hell wards into the open jaws of Wolfbane. Her once so sleek and finely groomed grey and white pelt was now dull, unkempt and seemed riddled with forest debris such as pine needles and earth. So too were her once bright, strong grey hues. They were now deep with woe and suffering, losing all their spark and fire that they once held. Her thick, rippling muscles seemed to have weakened now and the once so healthy skin around her neck and belly sagged slightly – showing that she was becoming to show signs of malnutrition as her eating habits and meals were becoming irregular.
Padding out amongst her fellow pack mates and Betas, Cwen’s tail flicked as it was held rigid – not quite like her old dominant self where her tail would be held high and erect at all times, she just couldn’t bring herself to that peak of dominance lately with being so secluded from others. She scanned the faces, to find that one unfamiliar one of a large male blessed with a highly unusual pelt colouration. His deep emerald orbs held a strength and defiance that would have stirred no reaction to Cwen before; she would take it on with a light heart and merely chuckle at him. But now, now she could only stare blindly into those eyes with little emotion stirring in her mind. “Who are you?” she queried irritably, lips twitching lightly. Though most of her spirit seemed to have evaporated, it only made her patience thinner, and an intruder only tweaked it.

The silver Drappa had only stumbled on the group several moments before she had emerged into the clearing, not managing to catch on to what the conversation had been about and was still currently going on about. Flicking an aud and once again glancing around at the faces of her pack, Cwen simply passed them an empty stare – not really a sign that she acknowledged their presence, for she was not in the right state of mind to even know their names, but only their faces – and soon settled her dull orbs back onto Zhentee. “And your reason for entering my lands without a word of Tratto’s Blessing? I may be a little senile at this moment in time, but I’m not without ears,” she remarked coolly, tail rising slightly as she felt something familiar stir in the pits of her chest.

((soo sorry this is so awful. It's been a while >.< ))

[Zhentee]

((basically, Cwen, the location is some were in Ge-rad, and the time is night, or at least that’s what its supposed to be.))

Zhentee looked down at the varg that snapped at him. What did Zhentee care if she were beta or not? He was not here to speak to the beta. The varg then retreated to the beta whispering to her, a slight snarl on her muzzle as she whispered. Zhentee’s ears twitched listening to them. Before the beta replied to her pack mate, she snapped at him, comparing the size of the two vargs. A sneer crossed Zhentee’s maw as he stared into Lydair’s cyan orbs, “Oh really?” he asked, lifting his head, and to the side, so that he could look down on her, his sneer, growing into full toothed grin. “Well, my dear, wouldn’t you say that we have that same size difference?” he growled slightly. His ears twitched some more, as the wind brought their conversation to his ear. However it was to quiet to hear all of it, he could still make a out a few words, and thus, the basics of the conversation. “I assure you, I was sent by no one. I travel of my own accord.” he sat down, relaxing slightly. “In fact, no one from Koran even knows I’m here.” his eyes narrowed at them.

He glance quickly at the older varg as she spoke, but he quickly turned his eyes back to the other two. She merely spoke words he had already heard. However he couldn’t just ignore her completely, “I will call her whatever I wish.” he growled, lowly. Hardly audible.

Zhentee was about to speak more, when another joined in. An ivory and silver male. He came in and took his place between the three. Spitting words that had bee said many time that night. Zhentee would have said something to him, but he had already repeated him self many times, and would rather save his breath. So instead he just stood there, starring at the vargs, waiting for them to move. But before they had a chance, a dreary figure emerged from the brush. Asking what was going on. The vargs coat was tattered, and the look in her eyes told of depression, loss, abandonment, loneliness, in short she was forlorn. A wreck very much emotionally and physically. However despite her appearance, Zhentee knew this was who he was looking for. “Hello, there Drappa.” Zhentee said, rising to his feet, “My name is Zhentee, and I didn’t think that a varg needed Tratto’s blessing to pass threw his home lands.” He took a few steps toward the varg. “Truthfully, I’m not sure why I’m here. Perhaps I would merely like to shat with you, that’s the only thing that seems logical at the moment.”

[Uskiya]

Uskiya suddenly came out of a thought, when Cwen had appeared Uskyia had gone silent. She knew her drappa was hurting but it had been a while since she had seen her. She listened to Zhentee, though she still had anger for him she calmed herself. Even he didn't truly know why he was here. Or he wasn't telling them. she was anxious.

"What buisness do you have here anyway. It's unwse to be traveling in such a tense time. Especially wthout asking for Tratto's Blessing. Though the nurse knew that she was probably just repeating what everyone else had said she couldn't help herself. Lately she couldn't understand much of anything. Everything seemed to be in a haze but since this varg's arrival the nurse's senses were awakened.

"Surely what you have to say to our drappa you can say here. Unless that's not why your here." She watched the varg, her golden orbs searching him for anything tha he might be hiding. the way Ge-rad was the nurse was unsure of just about everything.

(((crappy post, sorry)))

[Zhentee]

((I’m gonna reply, but I think afterwards, we should wait for the others.))

Ebon ears twitched, and the nurse spoke up. Barking the same words, he heard so many tines before. It annoyed him, how many times would he have to answer a question before they would stop asking him? Or perhaps he should merely stop answering? But then again, that could easily backfire, and they just might ask more. Despite his urge to ignore the vargs, he turned his head to the nurse, staring into her bright gold orbs. “Because, my words are only for the ears of Dragga’s and Drappa’s.” he said in a bit of a snappy tone. He tried to not make it sound like that’s, he intended for it to sound matter of factly, but it came out with a bite he didn’t intend on. He had a feeling his snappiness, might just provoke something, but what was done was done, and there wasn’t a way for him to change it, instead he turned his head back to the Drappa, walking forward, hoping she would follow.

((so short! >.< I'm sorii!))

[Kairi]

(sorry bout the bad post everyone, im too tired ack)

A crimson shadow swooped fro mthe bushes and looked over the vegetation with a smirk. "My my, what do we have here?" she wondered aloud. "Eh who's that?" she said once more askign herself. She squinted eyeing the massive crimson black male. He was familiar. That she could tell. Her eyes wandered as she saw most of Ge rad at the scene. "Pity." she yawned as she began to descend into the fray.

Kairi's paws shifted as she heard the word 'dog' being tossed up into the air. She didn' mind as she did not have much of a relation with neither Lydair nor Firefly. The two hybrids of the pack. Kairi looked up, her head giving a tilt as she emerged into the clearing, her shoulders high.

Kairi was no sikla, nor was she a wolf that had much sense to submit to her present alphas. The anger that churned in her heart still burned brightly, a Torch that was always alit. Anger for her father being chased out of the pack by Draeg. She snarled silently. But now her eyes wandered to see whom was here. It was mostly the fae of Ge rad, save her brother Shako. Btu she would say hello to him later, she was in a much more curious state as she watched the red and black male speak.

Kairi looekd to Lydair and she snarled. Speak out of line? Kairi didn't care. Her mouth moved faster then her midn anyhow, "pffft. Of course Lydair! Chase my father away when he was broken and bruised. Hardly able to fight for himself. Kairi spat. Her silver blue eyes glaring at the hybrid. Those eyes that resembled those of Bryrpaw. Kairi stood her height her eyes bold, her eyes the same regel stare as Bryrpaws once had. She growled, the anger thatshe had kept tucked away now stirred.

Kairi watched Lydair, but before Zhentee could speak of Koran Kai laughed. "Allies? to Draeg? ha" kairi sighed. "You should be counting your lucky stars my grandmother did not hear you speak that way about my father" Kairi smirked. "she wasn't to happy when she heard my father was chased out of his own home!. She looked over her shoulder to hear Cwen's voice. Her eyes wandered over to the silver form as her tail swished. She ignored Cwen for the moment. Such fury that she would leave taunting her drappa for a minute later. Though it may seem Kairi was a rude witch, one could have witnessed her kindness and thoughtful heart if they were lucky enough to catch her on a happy day or by herself that is.

Kai turned to Zhentee Her eyes bold and daring as she met those emerald orbs, "So you're my great grand-sire then?" she spoke. She remembered him, though she rememebred the tender Zephyr better. The crimson varg did not know what else to say instead she stood there looking up at the large male. Kairi's ears flickered to acknowledge Cwen's threat to Zhentee. But once agai nthe crimson varg did not yet taunt her drappa as she so normally did. Perhaps Cwen was getting boring, with her broken shards or perhaps the varg that sat before her only fueled her curiosity of her past and heritage even more.