quick thread for plot purposes

Shilah moved quietly through the estuary, a bundle of herbs held snuggle between his jaws. The young male had been out of sorts? lost in so many ways. He'd fallen ill during the epidemic, lost his mind, drowned in blood and violence that were so against the teachings of his core being. Shame?. so much shame. He'd been nursed back to health by the male know as Bard, the druid he'd met in the Orchard but somewhere along the way they'd separated. And now that they were he felt a sudden absence were one had never been before. Shilah had always been a loner and now?. now it seemed wrong some how. He missed that comforting presence by his side. "Speech"

An emerald gaze took in the form of the male, particularly the bundle nestled between his jaws. Lips drew up revealing glistening fangs. A healer? how quaint. D?gmar shifted softly through the undergrowth as she eyed here quarry. She intended to hold battle training at some point and to do that she needed to have a healer ready and available. It would not do to wound her charges and have them succumb to infection. Of course? D?gmar's patience was a fluid, fickle thing and she was tired of waiting for a healer to chance upon Yfir and offer to join. Besides, it seemed Katja didn't mind kidnapping all that much so surely she'd be pleased to see D?gmar taking the initiative to recruit a healer into their ranks. Defenses flew up, muscles tensed before unfurling as she sprang towards the male.

So lost in thought, so entranced by it Shilah did not notice that he was being watched and was slow to react as fangs ripped into his scruff in a solid hold as he felt weight upon his back, limbs on either side of him. The startled male let out a cry, the herbs falling from his jaws as his legs bunched under him. "Unhand me! Let me free!" The brute lunged forward but his attacker's grip held firm. Shilah felt his gut sink, tail tucked quickly between his thighs. "What do you want of me?" He swallowed nervously, pain and blood shivering down his neck before he was suddenly, violently shaken. Head smashed into a rock causing his vision to blur as he desperately clung to consciousness. Speech

Fangs sunk into the male's tender flesh as D?gmar allow her legs to bend sharply, pressing her weight into the male in an attempt to pin him down. He struggled but only briefly. She half expected him to whirl around and try to bite her delicate wrists but instead, as she had predicted, was going to try and talk his way out of this. He stunk of peace and compassion. Malicious fire glowed in her eyes as she fiercely shook the smaller wolf, her body twisting suddenly to the right, smashing his head into a nearby rock. A cry fell from his lips as his body crumpled. D?gmar wanted to tell him exactly what she intended to do but she was not fool enough to loose her grip. No, she had him now and he was coming with her. Tail held high in the air she repositioned her jaws deeper into the center of his scruff as she began to drag her catch back to Yfir.