Hajime had trouble standing here in the snow, it brought the same pains to his chest as they had the same night he had seen his mothers lifeless body. It plagued him like some sort of disease how it happened, after so much, it was not the way he had wanted his mother to die. By one of those bastards from Glaciem, none the less defiled by him as well. He clenched his jaws down, lowering his head as he started to weep again. He had been doing this for the past few days, and he didn't know when he'd ever get over the death of his mother. His red eyes were crusted over on the edges from lack of sleep, bloodshot from all the crying. And he couldn't stop, not for the life of him ever since all the stuff that had happened. He wasn't even sure if he was fit to be here himself. After he had killed his older brother, he had thought he was hated, that his mother would never forgive him. After only recently being reunited, he finally felt at peace, in his new pack, with Taurig. But then Isar had to come and take that away from him, let alone his mother soon after from one of his lackies. It filled him with anger, hate, sadness. Things he never thought he'd feel in such a pressure as this, and no one had the right to pay attention to him. He wasn't worth anything after all, he was just a man who they didn't know. No one could ever help him, he had seen that since they were so worried about Taurig. And there wasn't one thing he could do for his alpha. Hajime collapsed onto the snow, digging his snout into the cold weather to force himself to stop sobbing in his own self pity. He couldn't help the hurting, he wanted it to go away. He wanted to snap it all away, and kill everything that got in his way. But somehow his nature prevented him from doing that. Though both his mother and father had evil tednicies, he didn't know that. The boy raised his head moving his right black ear and his other muddy brown one against his skull. When would the hurting end? When would he be able to protect the ones he cared about? Speech,

?ir Geal Abadas

Milk white paws glided elegantly over the snow. Lashes opened and closed over heavenly pink eyes. The angel strode over the masked, rocky terrain with ease. She had descended upon Alacritis the same day, gracing the land with her prescense. The physical essences of many wolves was obvious on the air. Possibly over two-hundred wolves resided here. Many to help. "La La La" The woman hummed a tune under her breath. The air was crisp with the winter air. A high mound rose in front of ?ir Geal. As the alabaster femme strode up the hill, a small 'Thwump' was brought to her audits. Just over the peak of the snowy knoll, she saw the dark form of a male lying in the snow. At a closer examination he would be seen to have his muzzle buried in the snow. ?ir Geal took a few steps closer in curiosity. She saw that he looked deep in painful thoughts. Before the fea knew it, she was standing a few steps away from the brute. Showing no concern of his allignment or the potential stranger danger (XD) she said "Hello. Are you okay?" Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think