Alive at Dawn

The grey wolf's tail beat against the ground as he stared at his once mate. They had both made it. Her blue eyes stared back into his mismatched gaze, nosing her cheek in comfort as he studied the worry held in the attention she was giving him. It was her first words that causes him to let out a laugh, sides hurting as tears of pain welled up in his eyes. Gods it felt as if his ribs had been rearranged incorrectly. Nothing her nuzzles weren't fixing however as he felt a lick against his cheek while Callisto lay beside him. It was only for a few moments until she finally stood and told him that his wounds needed to be treated and to remain as still as possible.

"I will." Jakart murmured as he watched the healer hurry away. Alone again. He closed his eyes and listened to the tide of the flood behind him. Just how lucky was he? How many others had been killed by the winter runoff? His brothers at the Fjord would be safe, certainly, but what about his sisters? Were they all safe and warm? A little voice interrupted his thoughts with a shiver, gaze searching and staying on Belladonna. The little feline stared at him and he stared back, the uncomfortable silence beneath her gaze only grew more ominous the longer he held off his reply. "I feel like death had me in it's jaws and spat me back out." Jakart finally wheezed as he brought his paws underneath his chin and lay in the rays of the rising sun. He had made it.