when the world splits open

Zara would move easily, a slow gild back towards pack lands after her spar with that male and the meeting with the female afterwards on her way home. The female had thankfully slowed the bleeding and helped by applying a past to her face and the back of her neck but healing would take time. She was bruised and tired but she didn't rest on her way home. Newt would be due soon and though Zara had been avoiding her of late she wouldn't dare miss the birth of her replacements. Seeing Newts reaction to the birth of her children would be the deciding factor in whether Zara attempted to kill them or kill the bastard who had started this awful chain of events. Zara was probably just as confused as Newt in the whole matter, unsure if she should allow Newt her happiness and depart Lentajin all together or stay and kill Kaios. Though if she waited long enough someone from Tortuga might come and do it for her, she had heard whispers of what he had done before her left so she wouldn't be surprised. So could hope for that, she didn't want to be labeled for the rest of her probably short life as a baby killer... No, she would let things sit until after the children were born, give Newt time to return to her normal self. Her logical, loyal self...

A howl went up, calling for Champion and the bitches lip curled. She had forgotten about that competition as well... But Champion wasn't trying to move in on her turf as much as Kaios was. She would remain polite to the warrior because she had proven herself to be loyal and dependable if nothing else. But still Zara followed the sound even though it had not been directed at her, rolling gait turning into a bone jarring trot. She had cleaned the blood from herself with the help of the female in the clearing who's name suddenly escaped her. She no longer looked nearly as bad as she felt. Her neck was stiff and sore, she felt that the slightest movement might jar the paste and cause the wounds to begin bleeding again. Whole right side would probably refuse to move for the next few days as well.

Newts den wasn't terribly hard to find, the upside to a smaller pack being that there wasn't a lot of scents to sift through the find the one you wanted. She followed Newts most recent path with most to the ground, every movement of her head done slowly and pausing if she felt any twinges. But it seemed that I was clotted enough or the paste was working well enough that it didn't reopen. Later it would no doubt, when she forgot and turned her head quickly. But for now it was fine. Bind eyes stared about eerily, as nose did all the work and frayed ears were pricked to listen for the sounds of her little play thing. She would probably be enjoying this knowing her... It was almost on that exact thought that a moan reached Zaras ears and head lifted slightly. A slow smile slid across her lips as pace returned to an easy walk. She would approach cautiously, head cocked slightly and b,ind eyes watching carefully. She could very well be volatile inherent current state so Zara was ready for anything.

She approached the den with head lowered as if attempting to peer in, eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. "Enjoying yourself dear?" she asked, honestly curious as she slowly lowered herself to the ground just outside Newts den, head lowering to her paws as she tried to find a comfortable spot to lay with her body aching so much. Her hips would flop to her left but the rest of her would remain centered. Newt wouldn't attack her now, not in the middle of labour so she would be alright for now. It felt like forever since they had spoken s Zara was unsure of where their relationship would lie, how much that bastard had corrupted her and turned her against Zara.