Walk | Talk | Think
 
She hated this place. Though she had held no attachments to the Red Forest, a place that held vague memories for her somewhere within her past, Callisto was possibly just as irritated that they had had to move from the place as Lel had been. While she had still been surrounded by wolves that she would have rather poisoned in their sleep than actually spend time with, the location had been a lot more appealing. The unnatural state of the ship and its cold, frozen structure held absolutely no appeal for her, and the whole territory around it felt barren and useless. There was not enough green, not enough life, to appease her, and she found her naturally irritable mood made worse for it. 

There seemed to always be a natural scowl etched upon her features, and today was no different. Her dark grey legs padded carefully through the snow, nearly disappearing entirely in places where it was less packed than she would have liked, as she traveled away from the frozen vessel, planning on walking as far inland as she could to get away from it. It was slow going through the snow at any normal time, but this time was anything but normal. Callisto was pregnant, carrying the unwanted spawn of the purple-eyed demon who had deemed it his prerogative to make her life a living Hell. If she had had it her way, she would have been rid of the little parasitic creatures and on her way back to Ebony already, but the beast had prevented any such escapes. He was smart - damn him - and until the demon spawn was out she was stuck. 

But that in no way meant she needed to comply with everything the cruel, prideful monster told her. She was supposed to stay close to the grounded vessel, and yet here she was wandering away. Not far, of course, but enough to at least feel some sense of defiance. The blue-eyed wolf only wished she felt better otherwise. She felt like a bear. A very big, very wide bear. She was close to being rid of the things inside of her, but apparently not close enough. Her gait had changed to accommodate her widening middle, her usually active self feeling incredibly more lazy and sluggish. She wanted to eat everything that she could get her teeth into, had taken to finding even the revolting scent of mint oddly appealing. Everything was wrong with her, and until the little beasts were expelled she was going to have to suffer through. 

Unsure where she was headed aside from the simple fact she wanted to get away from the ship, Callisto continued to awkwardly walk through the deep snow, muttering darkly below her breath colorful curses and deadly promises to the smug, aggravating source of all of her misfortune. "I hope you're happy, you asshole," she muttered to him though he was nowhere around to hear, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to give mind to the listening ears who might have been eavesdropping close by. His dratted brats from his sister tended to always poke their noses where she least wanted them to, and though she wished they would get stuck in the deep snow and stay there she doubted her piss poor luck could manage it. No, with the way things were going, they were going to find her before she got far enough away from the vessel to appease her incessant discomfort in being near it. 

He had watched her, his position on the half tilted vessel’s deck giving him a good vantage point to observe. Her wide black form did little to disguise her against the blinding ivory of the snow. He pondered for a moment, almost curious to see where she was headed. If the bitch wasn’t swollen with his own children he would have allowed events to play out, he’d let her wander away, and when it became dark hunt her down. If she was lucky she’d be lost in the tundra, if he was lucky she’d be easy to find. But no, he had to think of the brood growing inside the black and grey girl. Still he’d not miss an opportunity to teach, Lian had seemed eager already to learn what intimidation techniques Lel knew and it was time Zola saw him in action. He re-entered the hull, the cold metal creaking around him. He gave out a soft bark for his children, knowing how well even the quite call would echo, how it would carry to them. He’d wait impatiently, taking off towards the sublevels of the great ship at a brisk pace as soon as they we’re both within view. "Follow me, but don’t speak till I say you can." He’d step out of the hole in the hull into the white world beyond. He stared for a moment, unmoving looking to see if he could spot the bitch moving about on the horizon. Her scent was fresh though and it made the most sense if she moved in a relatively straight line. With a grin cast over his shoulder the brute took off, paws pounding against the snow as he ran after his prey, circling ‘round her scent trail. She’d more than likely be slow, the extra weight from her pregnancy hindering any sort of speed. Her scent was growing ever stronger and Lel veered far to the right hoping both the speed of his dash and the white of his pelt would conceal him if she suddenly turned her gaze. As he drew some distance away from her, firmly putting the bitch behind him he paused both giving time for the pups to catch up and for her to close the gap. With a maniacal grin he finally stepped out directly into her path, not caring if she had even noticed him yet or not. "Well…" He said panting slightly a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Where exactly do you think you’re going?" "Speech"

He was curled quietly against his sister, the two pale pups wrapped up while they slept away the day. They were still growing, they needed their rest even though neither of them liked to go down for their naps. There was too much to see and too much to do to sleep. So when their father's bark would call for them to assemble Lian would jump to his tiny white paws. His father's words were in his ears and obediently he would nod his head, looking to Zola from the corner of his blue gaze. They were not to speak until he gave them permission. Though they were both growing exponentially Lian could not keep up with his father's brisk pace but that did not mean he wouldn't try. Putting on his 'stealth' mode he would fly through the snow after his sire. Eventually they would come to a stop, and he'd catch the scent of his father's pet. She was trying to escape! His eyes would grow wide as he looked up to Lel as he pushed forward, putting himself in Callisto's path. He'd expel venomous words and Lian would watch with wonder, taking in every movement his father made as he hunkered in the snow ready to give him back up if needed. "Speech"

Zola would only be interrupted by Lian's leave and would grumpily get up to eye him as he left their place in the ship. She would do her best to wake from her short sleep and rush her way after him. She was better with getting out of the den and being alone, but still uneasy without her brother by her side.  When she noticed that Lel was waiting for them, she would quickly come to Lian's side and take her father's word to heart. And then he took off! She stood a moment, even as Lian took his place after him, and then started to rush after realizing that they were all on a run. What seemed like forever went by, and her tiny legs and body grew numb to her unfamiliar exercise. She came to a rough halt as she noticed Lian and their father lurking pretty much in the bushes. She nipped at Lian's ear to whisper softly, "Why are we here?" Not seeing that they were after the black lady until after. Zola didn't understand why he was so interested in her, when he should have been just as interested in them. They were his children. Or was it not supposed to be that way? She wasn't so sure.  Lel would make himself noticeable, and Zola would let out a quiet plea that could probably be vaguely heard by the other woman. The only rule Lel had given out quickly forgotten. "Daddy..." But she stayed where she was, not really wanting to be within that woman's reach. Not because of her ambitions, but because Zola wasn't too fond of her in any way. Walk "Talk" Think

Walk | Talk | Think
 
She was still muttering obscenities to herself, keeping to the straight path that she had started herself on, when the purple-eyed wolf materialized through the snow in front of her, wearing his signature crazy grin, laughing his crazy laugh, and staring at her as if she was the most entertaining thing in the world. Instantly her grey legs stopped their forward progression, freezing within the snow, and her brow furrowed above her silvery blue eyes. Where the hell had he come from? She had seen nothing of him on her walk this way, had supposed him to still be somewhere beside his new ship with the rest of his brood, but somehow she had been wrong. 

Hormones did nothing to soothe the frustrations she felt at the sight of him, her ears pinning as a sneer wrinkled across her nose. "Away from your damn ship. Where does it look like I'm going?" she retorted venomously, feeling combative enough to engage in an exchange of words with him so long as she had the brats still growing inside of her to use as leverage. Callisto knew it would only stop him for so long, but she was going to dance upon the line for as long as she could. "What, you thought I was running away? Like this?" she questioned, turning her head to glance at her large belly that carried her unwanted pups. She felt sick just thinking about them. They're your demon spawn, not mine. 

To make matters worse, another little miniature Lel decided to peek in nearby, the boy she realized as his sister sported a coloration more similar to her mother. Just having him near made her skin crawl, the idea that at some point in the very near future she would have little brats like those to care for only adding to her irritation. "Afraid you couldn't drag me back on your own?" Her taunt was paired with a careful lift of a single brow over her bright eyes, everything about her speaking to the fact she was not in a mood to comply. Call it the hormones or her natural dislike of the wolf coming through in full, but Callisto simply did not feel like being cooperative today.