A flash of light peeking through into her eyes was what had stirred Hecate from her less than peaceful sleep. Her mind was wrapped around her dream of far off lands, lands farther away from her parents then she currently was. The woman had a lack of understanding for the wolves she had once called family. They were all vile and cruel. She would no longer endure their suffering with physical pain but the emotional trauma behind these events had destroyed her very soul. She could barely handle a social interaction without losing it, even if just in her mind. She knew better than to voice her concerns, especially to a stranger whom she did not know, which had pretty much summed up her life for the most part.

With a bit of a delay, Jezebel rose to her paws before squeezing out of the narrow crack of the earth which she had rested in the night prior. The rising sun called her attention as she looked out onto it and wondered if she was the only one who had suffered. Anxiety filled Hec as she turned away from the sun to walk to wherever her paws might take her. Worry and fear spread through her eyes and body and was shown throughout her features for what it was - fear and worry.

This was not home.

It would seem that Fendar had taken a liking to wandering, it was more peaceful than sitting around the pack lands. It was too silent there, something that the large man wished he could fix. Blowing out a sharp sigh, he watched as his breath was turned to mist before him, dissipating until it vanished before his very eyes. He was in one of his moods again, sleep had eluded him for about 3 nights now, making him grumpy and irritable. It was easier to be alone when this happened, there was no one to snap at. Shaking his massive auburn head, he glanced around the cliffs, the sun just starting to make its decent into the sky. Another night with no sleep -- and yet that meant another night with no dreams that haunted him. Perhaps it was a good thing then, to be irritable and to not have to see the ghosts of his past. War was a terrible thing, and not something that was easily forgotten. Perhaps that is why he so enjoyed Kassander's changes to Ebony, there was less threat of a spat between packs. They were now more of an aid than anything, something that Fendar was good at. He was good at fighting too, but there was no longer pride in that. He had run after losing part of his sight in his silver eye, ran after he watched his family be torn apart. Where was the pride in taking lives? It was rather simple, there was none.

As Fendar marched on, a slight movement caught his eye. A female pushed herself through a slit in a rock, seeming to almost come out of nothing. Blinking his metallic gaze, he found himself staring at the almost magical female. In the position that he was standing, it seemed as though she had appeared from nothing at all. Clearing his throat, he turned his head and was about to move on, when the male picked up on her mood. He paused, paw still lingering in the air in mid-step. She was upset about something, and afraid. Had he scared her? The male may be scar-ridden, but most were hidden underneath his thick auburn coat -- all but the one across his eye. Feeling like he couldn't leave her here, potentially afraid of him, Fendar turned and started towards her. "I promise I don't bite that hard," he grumbled as he neared, stilling himself about three feet away from her. Taking in her rather simple appearance, he dipped his head in greeting. "I promise you don't have to be afraid of me, I would rather bite into a deer than waste my energy on trying to take another wolf down," he said, his eyes rolling. 'Great Fendar, just the thing to say to someone who might be afraid of you. Idiot...'

She kept her head down as she twitched slightly, her eyes scanning around her as she walked against the fierce winter winds. She wasn't cut out for this life style. She looked up to see a wolf standing before her and she nearly jumped out of her skin for shock that he had just 'suddenly appeared'. He looked like a wolf she had known once. He looked like an evil man she had known, her father's enforcer. She backed up as fast as she could. She started to have issues pushing away through the snow and she just fell over as he started to talk to her. Was it that obvious that was terrified of small things like meeting a wolf or even the delicate snowfall that had been occurring that beautiful morning?

Jeze attempted to calm her breathing as her heart rate spiked. "G-gh-Go... ahw-away." Her words were stammered out as she backed away farther. She wouldn't let him hurt her and she was fast approaching the time in which she would let her adrenaline take over and she would fight him to make him leave. She hoped the situation could be calmed beforehand. She was either the Grinch or a rabbit - there was no middle ground.