Haunted

Insomnia would huff, glaring up at the summer sky. On a rare afternoon, no snow fell from the sky, the temperature was still freezing, but it wasn't wickedly so. The runner had gotten used to the harsh temperatures, despite her anemia. Asheni had often supplied her supplements to assuage her illness... Insomnia winced harshly at that thought. They tiny healer had been mangled beyond repair, a horrid gruesome death that no soul should ever face and she had done it alone. She was torn between sorrow and ugly hatred for the menace who had so casually ripped apart a pack mate, a friend, a loving companion. She calmed herself, replaced that hatred with a deep, steadying breath. Ears pinning back against her skull as she reminded herself why she was returning to the seemingly abandoned den at this time of day... when the sun still rose high and the pack was out getting things accomplished. It wasn't the massive den they all shared per say, but rather a tiny alcove a short distance from it.

Crusade had returned a short few days ago, and while she had wanted to speak to the woman, she didn't deem it her place to tell of her Asheni...why? Well they tiny healer very rarely shut up about Crusade, or Cifer. To Asheni, Crusade had been her sister, probably something closer, that exceeded the realm if the absolute worship the small woman gushed about was anything to go by. She had not seen Crusade as many times and she wasn't sure how deep that bond was returned, but if her complete and utter absence was anything to go by... it had hit her hard. Insomnia swore softly beneath her breath but forced her legs to move. Cifer had seemingly up and vanished, and Ifrit... the ass hadn't even bothered showing up to the meeting... next time she chanced upon him she would have a word or two for him. Insomnia may not be the closest wolf to the ex-chief, but damn it all to hell if she wasn't gonna try to help. She had lost her mate and her pups all in one shot... she understood loss. She understood it far too well.

Another huff would leave her and the alcove would enter her vision. Respectfully she remained outside, she would converse with Crusade later, today was all about the timber wolf, it wasn't about her. She would let a soft chuff escape her, announcing her presence, before hesitantly clearing her throat. "Crusade? Its Insomnia... I came to offer my condolences and to check up on you."Her words were soft, gentle, easy. It was simple for her to return to that mental state of mom. She would wait just out of sight for the timber wolf to respond.