They'll be my Kryptonite

The raid had happened in the dead of night and Haydée had not slept. Not before the realization that Ethne was being raided and definitely not after the battle. Walking has always helped her think and that is exactly what she has done since the healers had begun tending to the fighters. While she had not been surprised by the fact that Raiders were raiding them, the young Leader saw that several of her wolves had not taken this fact as lightly.

Supplies could be replaced and they have a friend in Avalon who would happily supply them with more chicks but, in spite of those wolves being no true threat, her mother had not taken the attack lightly. Paws absently trace pathways around Ethne lands until her pads ache and exhaustion weighs heavily on her shoulder. With a small sigh she turns back toward the falls where her warm den waits for her.

Absently, she thinks of taking a bath before heading inside as the cake mud and grit still hang on her coat but the lack of sleep has caught up to her so she slowly winds her ways through the tunnels behind the falls. A voice from up ahead catches her attention and Haydée does her best to push away the tiredness as she shifts into alpha-mode. Rounding a corner, she stops short and softly calls out, “Good morning Bae-Syl. Come in, just try to be quiet.”

A paw gestures to the entrance opposite her own where her mother slumbers deeply, the herbs and tonics that had been administered had helped relax the woman and pulled her away into dream land. For a spilt second, the exhaustion and worry that she feels are etched deeply into the lines of her face, aging the young woman by years as she looks at Bellamy’s doorway.

However, just as quickly as they appear, it is gone and one may mistake the appearance as nothing more than a trick of the light. Careful paws pad silently to her doorway, pushing aside the fur and inviting Bae-Syl in as she quietly asks, “What is on your mind?” Of course, the raid was on at the forefront of all their minds but she is curious what has pulled her wounded bruiser from his bed and to her doorstep at this early hour. Surely Lucette will be upset that he isn’t resting.


"Haydée Kedieo"