She had made a mistake. She had been hunting. But then there had been a hole. She had taken a tumble, spraining her ankle. A growl rumbled from her creamy jaws, a faint snarl curled her lips. It had been a slow, painful journey to the delta. She didn't know why she chose to come, she just did. Russet bodice slide into the sand, exhaustion sweeping over her. Pain radiated from her limb. The girl rolled onto her side, sand clinging to her pelt. Eyes slide close as she attempted to block out the pain. She had survived the meeting of her family, meeting her fathers siblings but not really caring. There had been little interesting in being there. Her concern shifted from the family to her leg. She needed to get it taken care of, it needed to heal properly. Much to her luck, she had begun some training as a healer. Briefly she recalled the discussion with her father. Turns out it would come in handy. But she didn't want to move. Her muscles ached from compensating for her injury. She was exhausted, and still hungry. Audits pinned against her skull, a low growl ringing out again. She hated this place sometimes. Talk like this

She had been wondering across the dusty paths until all the lights where out. The sun would soon be going down, and with it Meinx would find herself looking for a place to rest. Blood stained the outer edges of her pretty little maw, the remainders of her meal only a few moments ago. Greedily, her eyes would scan the area before spotting something that picks at her interest. A smirk would pull against her thin lips, as she realises it was no stranger, but her own blood. Slowly, she would make her way over, the large build she carries swaying side to side. " You look like your about to become road kill, Sevan." She'd pull back her snicker, wishing to not make the girl any more stressed then she actually is. A few moments of silence went by, and meinx could help but roll her eyes dramatically. " Does it hurt? Do you need any help?" For once in a very long time, the youth would show no sarcasm help within her voice, and instead she would sound genuine. After all sevan is her sister, and for that matter, the only one she knows of which is still around.

Her peace, or rather what was left of it, would be I teruptes by a familiar that harshly invaded her nostrils. Taunting lyrics would soon follow, forcing her eyes open to meet the familiar gaze of her sister and her pelt to bristle. There had been no acknowledgement of eachother at their last meeting with the entire family, which is why her sisters genuine show of concern would cause to hesitate, to watch her warily for a moment. The russet princess would roll onto her belly, three limbs folding nearly beneath her. "I sprained it." It was a simple statement. Once smooth lyrics would be tinged with a hoarseness from lack of use. She had spent so much time alone, there was no need to talk. Blue and silver eyes would rest on her sister. Hostility was gone, for the moment at least. She had no idea what had become of the rest of her sisters. For all she knew, they could be dead. The princess would try her hardest to be nice to her sister, but after months of solitude and self reliance, she found it difficult. "I need herbs for the pain, and cool water for the swelling." Talk like this