Loss

*Erani* · (This post was last modified: 11-29-2013, 04:55 PM by Erani.)

Erani

Deep blue eyes gazed into rushing dark water as the pale Theta gazed down into the river that coursed through Emerald Valley. Once again, she was the only Theta. Rayne?s body had been found, so close to the Borders of Valhalla. The scent that had lingered around the torn form of her friend and Craft Sister was easily recognizable. The grey male had attacked Rayne before, shattering the young female?s trust in the world. Rayne had informed Erani off to the side that the male had been present among the Glaciem wolves at the battle. His scent had been among them, Erani had noted as she?d picked through the torn ground the fighting had taken place upon. Two had died. A brown male that had been unfamiliar. His wounds told that he had been attacked, and hadn?t even had a chance to defend himself. Three enemy scents had been on his fur, and then a fourth scent, Morgan?s scent, had been light upon his fur. The male must have been the mate Morgan had found.

The other death had been a Glaciem male, young, the same age as Azalea. Collision had dealt the death blow, though Sarak and Caerul had dealt blows as well. Valhalla had won Azalea back during the fray, but in turn. Cormalin had been lost. Bronze and Themisto, both Seracian wolves, had been taken prisoner as well. So many? The points of her canines glinted in the weak starlight as her jowls rose slightly, then fell again. Her daughters had been hurt. Chrysanthe had been blinded in one eye by Argent. And Surreal had fought bravely, and though she had lost her fight, she was taking it like a true warrior. She was going to be a fine Beta. But Erani yearned to be sure of her brother?s safety. To have him home and making his rounds.

The wounded were stable, well protected in her den?s extensive chambers. Obsidian, Alsander, and Surreal were guarding, she was sure, despite her firm refusal to have them guarding and risking an attack that would further their injuries, especially Alsander?s leg. Erani had taken this time to be alone, while the ice of fury coursed through her veins. Her family had been hurt, her brother imprisoned. All for one wolf?s injured pride. Her fellow Theta was dead, torn apart by a monster. A tremor rippled the muscles in her shoulders, hackles lifting against the snow that fell around her, the stars above blacked out by a winter storm, as her head lowered, eyes closing against the grief that wanted to flow free.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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