"No no." The boy would whine softly, head over the edge of his cell, looking down at the crashing waves below. Silver had been gone for quite some time now, hadn't even bothered to bring him any more meals, causing his usual large frame to become thin, nothing but skin and bones. He couldn't help but wonder if he did something to upset her, maybe triggered a bad memory, or just hit a nerve that really made her angry and no longer be interested in him. But why, how did he upset her? Lats he remembered the two had got along fine when she last visited, she even let him sleep with her... Another whine would leave the boys lips as he edged his large paws closer to the edge. He had to do it, had to jump if he wanted to live, even if this meant there was a fifty percent chance he would survive the fall. Nuka couldn't climb the cliff face though, he was too big and clumsy, just one step and he was sure he would fall over and smash his head into the rock wall. "I'm so sorry Silver..." He would whisper to the wind before leaping forth into the air. Paws would flail around, pawing at the air for a couple seconds before he smashed into the water. Pain would wash over his thin body, weak legs working hard to bring him to the surface, to not be dragged into the depths. Stroke, stroke. His head would be thrust above the surface, jaws parting and desperately gasping for air, then a wave, his body got throw forward. Smash! The boy would be throw against the cliff wall, impact knocking him out. With his body limp the waves would toss the boy back and forth, slowly pushing him away from the dangerous rocks jutting out of the wall and water and over to a more open shore. Almost as if the water was being careful, Nuka's body would glide up before finally stopping with half his front body laying in the and. And it was there he would remain for a good hour or two, under the cover of night, till somebody came upon his body. "normal. talk. think. you."

Cirala was not in the best of moods, her brush with her brother irritating her more than she had let on at the time. She had therefore attempted to put as much distance between him and herself as she could, traveling large distances just to do so. She had stumbled upon the cliffs rather by accident and hadn?t really expected to see anyone around this area, in fact it hadn?t been until she almost tripped upon his unconscious form that Cirala realized she wasn?t alone. The woman stumbled, fighting not to hit the boy and keep her balance all at once. immediately she jumped into medic mode, whirling around to examine his body. She nosed at him, drawing in his scent and listening for his breathing. He was alive, barley but alive. She did not have any herbs on hand and the coast wasn?t particularly lush. She would have to improvise. Looking around for a moment to see if there was anyone else around, possibly to help her she sighed and lay beside the boy. She ran her tongue along his head, trying to warm him. ?I don?t know if you can hear me, but if you can,? She began between licks, ?I am going to need your help, you see you need to wake up.? She spoke calmly, very aware that there was a good chance that he couldn?t hear her, but it helped to calm her down some at least. Speech,

War was everywhere now and she wasn't ashamed to admit that it was severely bringing down her mood in every way. She had joined Talon's pack hoping that that would solve her problems, that loneliness and hunger would be chased away but now there were new worries and new doubts. The king really seemed to hate Talon, called him a freak and other names and Talon even cowered before him. She couldn't believe it, when they had spoken about her possibly joining Talon had made him seem like an alright guy but no... He was evil, he was cruel, manipulative and just an all around bastard. She had never really experienced hatred in her life before, had never had many feelings outside of need and hunger but suddenly they all seemed to be crashing down around her like a tidal wave. She couldn't even begin to explain everything that she was feeling for Talon never mind everything else going on in her life!

She tipped her head back, long legs carrying her along the beach at a leisurely pace as she tried to sort through the jumble of thoughts in her mind. She really didn't tune in until a voice drifted towards her, a soft feminine one at that. Head snapped down to its normal angle and immediately sharp lantern eyes were combing the beach for the source of the voice. The sound of it again was what helped her hone in on it and soon she was setting off at a swift trot. Though she was small in general her legs were long in comparison to the rest of her frame so they covered the ground quickly. And then they were coming into view, an older female with a thin boy on the beach. "Is he okay?" She called before she even drew close enough to see what exactly was happening. But he didn't look good and she seemed worried from the way she was hunched over him.

As she drew closer she realized he was soaked and barely breathing. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest as panic began to set in and her already large eyes widened. Large fox like ears pinned to her skull as she held her ground a short distance off. "Is there... Is there..." She tried twice to offer help but her voice cracked and shook so much that she just gave up. Lowering her head she slid forward again, slower now as she licked her lips and tried once more to communicate. "Can I help?" She managed to squeak out, and if she hadn't already been panicking so much she might have been ashamed of how her voice sounded at that point. She had never seen someone die before and she didn't want to see it ever, especially not today. He looked young, far too young to die.

Speech!

The would remain still for quiet some time, even when another had begun to nose and lick along his head. He would be hovering in the darkness of his mind, copper eyes wide in fear, fur standing on end around his nape. Nuka had no idea where he was, but one thing he knew was that he no longer felt the pain of hunger or weakness. Even though he couldn't see anything the boy could still here, at first it as a whisper, too low to pick out words, but after a moments of listening carefully he could hear it better. ?You see you need to wake up.? Confusion would wash over him, who was it talking? It sounded like a woman, but not his Silver... who was it? ?Can I help?" Another voice, again not his silver. In reality his paw would twitch, once, twice, then his shoulder. "Si... S.. Silver..." He would whine quietly, tail doing a bit more movement by tucking in between his legs. These voices most definitely didn't belong to his Silver, why were they here, he didn't want them. All Nuka wanted was his Silver. After a few moments of silence from the boy his left eye, since the right side of his body was against the ground, would slowly flutter open and rotate in its socket before falling on the woman beside him, Cirala. "N... no no, your not, your not my Silver." He'd whisper, a look of pain coming over his face at finally seeing the face that the voice belonged to. With another low whine the body would move some more, legs folding close to his body, back arching and head being tucked in close to his side as he curled into a ball. "Wh... why... why..." He would mumble to himself over and over. "normal. talk. think. you."

Cirala was doing her best not to panic, taking deep breaths in between her licking. Still it was a great relief to hear the approach of another, especially one who seemed interested in the boy?s welfare. Blue-black audits swiveled some to catch the younger woman?s questions and she managed a weak nod before hoarsely giving a better answer. ?He?s breathing, but he?s not conscious.? She lifted her gaze for a moment to draw in the form of the girl who was approaching. Out of habit her face was a mask, emotion unreadable, neutral. That softened however, as the new comer grew visibly distressed. She allowed a small reassuring smile as the girl stuttered seeming to want to be helpful but unsure as to how to proceed. Cirala would wait; allow her to work over the right words before finally managing to ask to help successfully. The woman was about to speak jaw parting some when she felt it and she paused, eyes growing wide. Yes there it was again, her gaze dropped to the boy?s paw which was nudging her slightly. She quickly scrabbled backwards as his shoulder would twitch and then? words. Cirala frowned at him, his eyes were still closed but there was no mistaking the stuttered word. Silver? The woman was new enough to these lands, did that mean something. She snapped her gaze back up towards the young girl and cocked her head to the right. ?Do you have any idea what that means?? There was more movement from the lad and Cirala was quickly going through a mental list of all the herbs that might be useful. Oh how she wished she had some Catnip to help soothe him. Then he opened his eyes, rolling until they landed upon her. His previous mumbled statement answered by his next words. The woman was jumping back into action, sliding back up close to him, legs folding beneath her as he began to curl into a ball. The boy needed to calm down, needed? her attention snapped back up towards the other woman. ?Come here.? She instructed calmly. ?Lay here and try to keep him calm as best as you can.? She slid over some to allow the girl space. Speech,