Tethys Fatalis

The crisp morning wind bit at her features as she slowly made her way out of her den. For a good few weeks now she'd been laying low, recovering from the strange illness that had taken over so quickly. She'd never experienced anything like it before- and she hoped desperately she wouldn't again. Not feeling in control of her own mind had been terrifying. She'd been hallucinating, Oleander had told her. She didn't remember much about what she'd seen, only that she'd been afraid.

It was hard not to shake some of that fear now. They hadn't been infiltrated. They were safe. But that didn't mean she didn't feel unsettled. The shadows made her second-guess what she was looking at sometimes; and even now, as she trekked through the mountainous terrain, the various sounds she heard made her twist her head around and search for the source. The shadow cast by a bird that swooped overhead just barely hit the edge of her vision and she flinched, though she relaxed when she realized what it was, letting out a sigh as she continued on.

The hot summer days often drive Zion deep into the caves of the Col where she would try to wait out the heat. But days keep passing with little sign of the relentless weather letting up and the woman finds herself growing restless in the dark caves. Paws pull her from the tunnel system out into the open area of the Col and she stops to blink against the harsh sunlight that greets her.

As she adjusts to the brightness, a curious form on the edge of her vision catches her attention. A purple pack mate walks through the open space, tension practically screaming out their nervousness as they flightily make their way onward. When a bird crosses through the sunlight, throwing its shadow across the ground, the worried wolf visibly flinches away and Zion decides right then and there to check in with them.

Paws push her toward forward and, not wishing to alarm her pack mate even more, she lets out a gentle, friendly ‘woof’ in the hopes of alerting them to her approach without, hopefully, sending them barreling away in terror. Making sure to relax her body, Zion stays loose and calm as she approaches the other woman, a warm smile on her lips as she softly asks, “Are you okay?” Lavender eyes search their face for hints of what might be going on with them.


"Zion Fatalis"

Tethys Fatalis

Tethys heard Zion approach before they became startled at their presence, something she found herself being grateful for. Slowly she turned to see the source of the sound moving across the ground, giving a nod of acknowledgement to the yearling just as she barked to alert her to her presence. She was family, wasn't she? Tethys thought she might be, though that wasn't saying much when so much of the Armada was distantly related to her. There were far too many Fatalis to keep track of them all.

Her tail, held somewhat limply behind her, gave a loose wag. "I'm okay," Tethys said, and it wasn't entirely true but it didn't feel like a lie either. All things considered, she was fine. Recovering. Not quite herself, but almost. "The blight sickness took me out for awhile. I'm just starting to feel better again," Tethys confessed, giving another lazy flick of her tail as she slowed her pace fully. "Zion, isn't it?" She admittedly hadn't spent as much time as she should have getting to know her distant family members; she hoped the younger wolf didn't fault her for it.