Come Wake Me Up

The rage in their den was almost tangible it coiled through the small spaces I much now. Vi had not been the same since the pair of them had dragged the Valhallan leader and Vi's dead nephews body from the battle field. Technically it was Zara'snephew as well but she had never met the boy before, she felt a deep sadness for him but Vi was taking it far words, her mental wounds still fresh and now festering as rage swept through her. Zara could do little other then lay there with her and try to support her but at the same time she knew that Vi would not be there long, would not be with them long. So when the call for a pack meeting stretched out Zara remained where she was for a long moment, blind eyes staring at the entrance of their den. She did not speak, did not press her sister, instead she simply waited, waited for Vi to decide what she wanted to do. But finally the lithe red woman lifted himself from where she lay against Zara's side and move to the entrance. Zara belly crawled behind her, then lifted herself to her full height into the sunlight. It was winter but it was still a nice day out from the warmth that radiated down on her back.

Zara pressed her nose to Vi's flank and the massive female followed the red wench as she moved, head and tail lowered. She could move well enough on her own but it was always faster with a guide... So their arrivle at the meeting was fairly quick, though not before everyone else had showen up. Zara could smell the wounds even if she couldn't see them and she lifted her head, pausing in her step, to turn white eyes to Taurig. He was hurt? She couldn't smell infection but that didn't stop the concern that clouded her features. But nothing was said, she simply turned and followed Vi to where the red woman seated herself. The seat was strangely far back, Zara noted, and Vi's posture was rigid though she was facing the leaders. Zara moved to Vi's right side and sat easily, flipping her broken tail so it lay semi normally beside her.

Speech!