Family Means Nobody Gets Left Behind

*Erani* · 01-16-2014, 07:11 AM

Erani

Dreams rolled through her mind, a muddle of fuzzy images, some sharpening into vivid relief. Cairo, standing beside her, chocolate fur melding with hers. Wounded wolves. Snow falling in an ever hardening flurry. However sad some of the images were, the snowy Theta slept peacefully, with the application of lavender from Alsander. However, a soft sound woke her, drowsy deep blue pools blinking slowly open as she uttered a weak growl. As her vision cleared, she peered out of her alcove into the main chamber of the caves, in time to see Alsander?s misty grey form leave the range of her sight.

Her ears swiveled into a perking position, listening to the voices. Surreal was back. By the sounds she was picking up, Imena was there as well. And a younger wolf that she wasn?t familiar with. A female voice, calling out for ?Grandmother Erani?? She puzzled over that. Just how long had she been asleep, exactly? Caerul was out there, too, from how Alsander?s voice was sounding. Perhaps Cael, as well. Slowly, Erani rolled to her belly, shifting to rest against the wall of her alcove. She was thin, bones showing under her fur, though the recent food and water that she?d been able to keep down had fortified her body.

Imena?s voice came again, and Erani heard the name Odette. Was that the name of the younger voice? Perhaps. Imena entered, calling out to Erani, and the old Thetas ears pulled forward. ?Niece.? Her voice croaked slightly, rough from illness and vomiting, weak, but strong around the edges. As Imena approached, Erani studied the younger female, wondering if the lass was expecting yet. She looked forward to new lives adding to the ranks of Valhalla, bringing their lively natures to the world. Hoped that when it came to be Surreal?s turn, that she would be able to watch her daughter?s children be born.

?I believe the worst is over? The fever broke before Surreal left to find Valhalla. I take it she found the pack?? She spoke as though it were another wolf that had been ill. The hoarseness left as she spoke, bringing a little more clarity to her words, the strength slowly returning as her interest in happening in the Pack grew. Had Cormalin come home yet? Where had Chrysanthe taken the pack? For now, she quashed the rising tide of questions.

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