HUSH, DON'T SPEAK

There was so much missing now. Without Valhalla, without the wolves that had held her up and respected her for so long and a place to call home, she was lost. Surely the other Valhallans were lost as well... and yet she still stumbled toward Nephilim, because that was their safe haven, she had made it such, it seemed that those tha thad left the battlefield had come in this direction. Was it still home? Was it still her home? Exhuasted, the woman would come to a stop near the sea, her legs quaking beneath her as she lowered her head. It was over, she had lost everything for them. How was she to return?

Her single eyed gaze would stare at the water, she loned to cross the space between she and the others - but it simply didn't feel right anymore. Her dark lips would twitch as she held back a sigh, and she swallowed down the bitterness because the last thing that she would allow herself to do now was cry. But losing her father's gift to she and her siblings hurt, far more than the wounds she had acquired in battle.

She barely noticed that she wasn't alone, it would take Themisto's whispered words to pull her from her thoughts. Confusion would fill her gaze for a moment, before she focused on his amber gaze. It was calming, but she shouldn't accept his pity. Still though, she didn't have it in her to stop him from licking her wounds - she couldn't reach the deepest ones around her neck and it was good to have them cleaned before they became infected but- "Themisto what are you doing here?" He should be relaying her loss to Seracia. He should be ushuring in those that wanted a stable pack to be a part of to his kingdom, he should be anywhere - anywhere but here.

There was no way that he could still care for her after he saw her lose Valhalla to a little girl.

Gideon had been around less after the war - perhaps the loss of her eye had proven too ugle a blemish and too much of a reminder of what she could not manage to pull through. She told him that all she had wanted was for him to be closer to her... but after this though, she never expected to see her husband again... he had no reason to return to her now. Honestly there were very few that did. Yet time and time again they would end up like Themisto, acting out of kindness and pity. Her mother, her daughter, they would coddle her to hell and back and she didn't want that.

"They're homeless now Themisto, and Azalea..." Her niece should not be fighting for her children's freedom - that should be her there. What use was an alpha if she could not protect her members? Her pack? Her pride? "I can't protect them anymore." It had been a whirl, a struggle, fighting without proper depth perception and an entire field of vision had been more difficult than she imagined. She wasn't cut out to be any sort of shield for anyone now - that much was far from obvious.

ooc: left Azalea's fight outcome vague because it's still in progress