The End As We Know It

Entering the lands known as Boreas had been a long and strange journey in and of itself. But Carletta had been blessed, she decided, for she was not traveling alone. At least not at first. Amaia had been with her, her sister. Her more motivated half as Carletta sometimes referred to her as. The monochrome colored woman was in a wonderful mood though, feeling light and free. Since the two had left their homeland they were fortunate to not run into many troubles. It seemed that lady luck was on their side lately and that kept Carletta in high spirits. But for some fate was not so kind... And Carletta was about to get a taste of how harsh reality could sometimes be.

The pained howl that went up awoke Carletta with a start. She and Amaia had come to a stop upon the mountain to rest and then decide what to do next... But... Carletta glanced towards her sister. She felt worried. Whomever that wolf was they sounded like they were in some terrible trouble. Mutter a curse in Spanish the maiden would rise, making her decision. She was going to check out was going on and if possible offer her help to the other. Sure they were a stranger, and strangers could be good or bad... But there was something about the pain in that voice that touched Carletta. She couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. Not this time.

"Estaré de vuelta , hermana." The female turned her head, swiveling her ears. Hopefully Amaia woke long enough to hear her, otherwise her sister would likely be in a panic if Carletta wasn’t back by the time she got up.

But pushing that thought aside Carletta would flee from the area she and her sister had been resting. Further up the mountain she traveled, soon catching the scent of blood upon the air. The femme furrowed her brow, her breath catching in her throat. What was she going to be walking into, she wondered? What scene of tragedy? Her paws were tingling, fear gripping her stomach in a tight knot. But how would she have felt if the roles were reversed for the femme she was about to discover?

Then the monochrome wolfess saw her. A she-wolf with a coat of burning air; fire. Carletta was worried at first by the sight of her, but, as she realized the scent of blood was stronger here she realized this must have been the wolf to have called out in pain. Blue gaze softened as she padded up to the stranger, the smell of blood stronger the closer she got.

"Pobre , pobre ..." The female muttered to herself. But wait... This wolf she was still alive! Carletta tried to meet her gaze, switching to what she figured was the more common tongue of the wolves here. “Help, yes? You need?” The female’s own common was far from perfect but she had a basic grasp of it. Usually to avoid making errors she did her best to speak in shorter sentences. Her gaze would turn to the female’s pulsing belly, ears tilting back as she realized what was going on.

“Babies. Your little ones coming.” She glanced back towards the she wolf again, giving a soft whine. She was no healer but she wasn’t stupid either. She knew something was wrong... This she would would survive her whelping. She’d seen it before in her home pack.

“I stay. I... I help how I can.” The female shifted on her paws, wondering if there might be something she could get for the other femme.

Ooc:: Hover over Spanish words for English translation!