Winters Soothing Kiss

Walk | Talk | Think

Tahlia had slept peacefully there within the den, her children cuddled up beside her and soundly spending their night. Word of the illness that had crept into their territory had reached her, and she had done her best to keep her and hers away from it, safe where she thought they might not become part of the infected. She did not know if it would be enough - how even had it managed to get inside of the pack lands so far? - but she had taken her precautions. She wanted nothing to harm her family, no matter that they were all a part of Ebony and duty-bound to assist in any way they could.

An unexpected smell had permeated the den, so strong it even managed to rouse the restful mother from sleep. Bleary-eyed, she blinked her dark gold and cloudy eyes and allowed her seeing one to adjust to the darkness of the den, noting immediately a missing presence. It was cold where he should have been, the spot empty that he normally occupied, and as the smell finally registered - Blood? - her heart began to race. Where was Kailos? Why was there blood in the den?

She blinked, rose to her paws, possibly even unsettled Lior in her haste, and exited the den, stopping within the snow to peer up and over their shelter at her slumbering mate. If he roused now then he had not seen their son wander off before. Turning her attention ahead again, she found his paw prints,
much larger now than she remembered them being when they were just learning to walk, and she hurried after them, following the scent of her son...and the blood.

What she found initially was not her son. It was a white wolf, coiled upon the ground, spots of blood dotting the snow beside the place where she rested. Kailos? But she could just see him, lying beside the creature, his body seemingly still in place. Panic as well as a protective, possessive nature urged her paws forward in hasty leaps and a growl to begin low within her throat. Her ears pinned, her expression severe as she saw things only through her perspective: her son, bleeding, with some strange woman hovering beside his still form.

"Get away!" she yelled, charging the woman in an attempt to get her up and away from her son. Drawing blood was not her goal, but if it was necessary in order to protect her children she had no intention of hesitating. She bared her teeth, hackles raising as a mad sort of irrationality claimed her, oblivious to the blood that ran from her own eyes. "Get away from him!"

OOC: Tahlia's a bit protective of her kids around strangers and under the circumstances. x: Sorry.