Brightly Wound

*Surreal* · 01-09-2014, 09:36 PM

Surreal ran hard, still dripping from the sea, the shadow of her companion ghosting along before her as the hawk flew above. Her mother had been horribly ill as of late. Thankfully, Erani was strong of will, and had fought off the worst of the illness. Surreal and Alsander had been doing their best to take care of Erani, hunting down food for her. Erani would be making the trip home soon enough, once she felt the illness was far enough away to not risk spreading to the rest of the pack. Alsander was staying behind with Erani to protect her from any attacks, now that the old territory was no longer Valhallan land.

She hadn?t seen Obsidian in about, though by scent, she knew the horse had been around. Battlesong screeched from above, at the same time as Chrysanthe?s voice rolled through the jungle. Surreal gravitated toward the song, working her way through the jungle until she found Chrysanthe. She padded to her place as Beta, settling upon her haunches, before leaning to speak to Chrysanthe. ?Mother is ill, back in the old Territory. She was pretty bad for a while.. Alsander and I have been taking care of her, but I was afraid that she would get worse if I came to tell you. Alsander?s staying with her until she?s able to travel. She?s much better now.? Her explanation was given in a rush, between pants from her long run.

Battlesong stooped, opal and gold pendant glinting at her feathery breast, coming to land on a branch just above. Sharp hawk eyes rested upon the wolves gathered, before turning to her friend. The silver wolf had helped her, after she had managed to get herself into a tight spot, and in turn, Battlesong had decided to stay as a companion with the young wolf.

Surreal glanced up at the Ferruginous Hawk, then turned her gaze back to Chrysanthe. ?By the way, this is my companion, Battlesong. Battlesong, meet my sister and Alpha, Chrysanthe Adravendi. She?s the best sister you could ever ask for.? The hawk dipped her head to the sister of her companion. ?Greetings, long-runner.? It was the name her kind had for wolves. Surreal meanwhile, gazed around at the wolves that had gathered thus far. There was an unfamiliar face, though the rest she knew. There was Sarak. From what she?d seen, he?d fared well in his fights in the battle. He only had one main injury that she could see. She nodded to the male, while she waited for Chrysanthe?s reaction to her news.

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