Our greatest fear realized

Lior curled into herself even tighter at the dream she was having. The place she found herself in was quiet, a good change of pace from the monotony of pack life and all the events that transpired. The crashing waves of the beach matched the she-wolfs jumbled thoughts as to where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. Lior had failed her sister, failed to be by her side and assist with the birthing of Anais's litter or even trouble her with a visit until a few days the pups had been born. Like what she had been doing ever since Orchid had left Lior only felt meandering sense of loss, wasting away her days with the same routine over and over as Anais lived a happier life with her mate and pups.

Outside the cave there was growing chaos at the noise and rush of water but it didn't bother Lior in her dream. A hind leg twitched and she let out a sigh, almost like a prelude to the shocked yelp she gave as she was started awake by the flow of water rushing into her den. "Shit!" The shock of the muddy deluge rushing through her main den entrance wasn't cause for concern as she let out a feeble whine at the lost herbs and moss compresses that were already swirling around her ankles. Spoiled. Soiled. Ruined. With a harsh snarl of frustration and legs soaked by the rising water Lior wriggled herself free of her flooded den from the opposite side. A few scrapes from the coarse cave were received from the timely escapee, and as she looked around she gave a sigh of relief at the sight of her sister and the two pups dangling from their parents jaws. It seemed most of her packmates had made it, the healer giving a glance around her surroundings to look for anyone in trouble as she carefully made her way to join her sister.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'