Always A Reason For The Pain [INVADERS]

Rœkia set out to get some peace and quiet. With Lukina blessedly asleep and the still night fallen she had the perfect opportunity to stretch her legs and clear her mind without a yappy little pup at her heels. Now that she was instructing the girl on herbs it was becoming a bit more difficult to drug the little punk but that was just as well. Summer was almost here and soon she could tell her cousin the full truth of the coup and drop the girl off at some packs borders or maybe leave her out in the wild for someone else to find. Rœkia wasn't going to be saddled with a child for the rest of her life because of her uncle's dying wish. She wanted her freedom back desperately.

Lost in her thoughts it took her a moment to register that something was wrong. She paused, her ears swiveling as she sought to pick up threatening sounds. She could hear paw steps in the snow. They didn't sound like they belonged to a bear but they did sound like they belonged to something big. Rœkia started to turn back, moving slowly in a calculated manner. She was hoping that whatever it was hadn't seen her or smelt her. There was no wind so it was hard to tell how her scent was being distributed.

Rœkia took a few more cautious steps when suddenly a massive white wolf barreled out of the trees straight for her. She took off like a shot, just managing to pull ahead of the large dire. She raced across the snowy terrain, desperately trying to put some space between herself and the attacking dire wolf. She wasn't sure she could take him head on but if she could just out run him. She was smaller and faster but her attacker's legs were longer and she found herself doubting that she was going to succeed. As she ran she caught the scent of a pack border and her first instinct was to swerve to avoid it but any change that might slow her down would put her in the dire's jaws. She was only managing to stay inches ahead of her attacker.

Throwing caution to the winds she crossed the border only to find a trio of pack wolves engaged in battle with a pack of massive dire wolves. Oh great! Where the hell had these beasts come from. Not wishing to let up her pace she barreled forward toward another dire wolf and slid in the snow as she ducked and crouched. Her sudden stop and lowered position caused the dire wolf behind her to trip on her hind end and crash face forward into the other dire wolf. Rœkia swiftly scrambled out from under them.