Silveris wasn't the girl she used to be before the storm. The male blinding her eye had left her scarred, in more than one way. Of course, there was the most obvious. A large scar went around her eye, and the blue that was once vibrant was now pale and clouded over. Her bones showed through her thin and white fur, because she had not been able to eat due to worry for her brother. She almost limped with every walk, lurching like she couldn't hold her own weight. Her white paws were a dingy color, and her brown fur was also matted. Her green eye was dull and almost darker than it should be. But that wasn't the worst thing about what was wrong with her. She was afraid of most wolves now, those she had never met before. In fact, she was a little afraid of Emery when the two had first reunited. But they couldn't find Biull anywhere. That's why Silveris was here. Looking for her brother. Or she had been, until she halted and stared into space. The pain in her legs were too much. With a sigh, she lowered herself to the ground, her head against the cold ground as she waited for something like sleep to come along. "Speech"

The slender grey she wolf made her way across the cliffs, pausing every so often to gaze at her surroundings. Soon, the deep scent of a wolf crossed her muzzle. It was different though, she felt as though she knew the scent. It had been altered since she had last scented it, but it was vaguely familiar. She shifted her direction towards the intriguing scent, trying to find the wolf it came from. Suddenly, a small, sickly figure came upon the horizon. Quickening her pace she made her way towards the brown and white femme, wondering what the hell had happened to her. Her harsh yellow gaze didn't lessen as she looked upon the dame, her attitude getting the best of her as always. "Who are you?" her harsh tone questioned at the obviously harmed wolf. Worry flashed through her yellow gaze as she wondered what was wrong with the femme. "Burn Baby Burn"