Time in the cave was long and already the days felt as through they blurred into one. It was almost always dark, with the storm raging on outside, with the land still in its grasp. She had laid out long, sturdy leaves partly outside the cave to catch the rain water, the wolves only needed to take a step forward to drink, after all the sky was offering all the water they could ask for... but the girl was very worried about her brother. He barely lifted his head or showed signs of life. She had heard, late, about the death of a wolf in his care and knew he blamed himself. She wouldn't be surprised if he blamed himself for this storm, never mind that not even her brother could fight the weather.



She roamed to his side often, slept beside him before rising and doing her rounds of the pack members. She walked among the members, attempting to offer them reassurance and place herself in their view if any held questions. She was trying to be strong so that Bass didn't have to, so that he could rest and recover his body and his spirit. She stopped by the cave mouth, staring out at the endless winds and the rain that had started up again after a short respite. She shivered, from looking at the strength of the storm and feeling its brisk winds against her coat, she just hoped it would all be over soon and they could return to Abaven and asses the damage.

Nia had followed this pack to seek shelter. For the moment he was okay his small rat companion sitting in the nape of his neck. The white boy would watch motif closely and curiously, looking over at bass. There had been a death an it was odd for him to see someone so sad about it. In his past wolves had been so cruel but these ones were not. His tail flicked a bit as he approached motif.

"What's your name?" The small rogue asked to the larger woman. His voice a bit soft because h couldn't hear. But he wanted to know her name all of them. So maybe, he wouldn't b a forgotten piece of flesh in the the world with an unstable mind and being unable to hear. "Will that guy be okay?" He gesture towards the sad wolf with a frown before returning his attention to her.

Nia had followed this pack to seek shelter. For the moment he was okay his small rat companion sitting in the nape of his neck. The white boy would watch motif closely and curiously, looking over at bass. There had been a death an it was odd for him to see someone so sad about it. In his past wolves had been so cruel but these ones were not. His tail flicked a bit as he approached motif.

"What's your name?" The small rogue asked to the larger woman. His voice a bit soft because h couldn't hear. But he wanted to know her name all of them. So maybe, he wouldn't b a forgotten piece of flesh in the the world with an unstable mind and being unable to hear. "Will that guy be okay?" He gesture towards the sad wolf with a frown before returning his attention to her.

Nona grew to worry about Bass and the others. This storm had taken its toll and the life of one of their members was taken. Her confidence took a jump off a cliff but for her it wasn't as bad as what she seen it done to Bass. However the fae was afraid to speak to him, afraid she'd say the wrong thing and it would be over for her and thus she decided to move towards Motif. Perhaps Motif could explain to her what Bass might be going through and maybe if Nona could help in anyway. Thus her lips parted when she came close to her "Motif, how's he doing? is there anything I can do to help maybe sing for him or something else... I already don't like seeing him like this, he deserves to be happy or at least not in the state he's in... he's done so much to make sure we're ok and I'm glad that you're by his side when times like these come by as someone he knows he can count on...and is there anything I can do to help you Motif?" Nona was probably confusing in the way she spoke but hopefully Motif would pick up on what she meant. Looking over she seen Nia, the young one she was charged with looking over before they came here. Nona was worried about Nia, Bass, and the women she only knew by name and glimpse of appearance, Esperanza. She was going to make sure to go and check on Bass herself. The man who let her become part of Abaven, she wasn't going to forget that any time soon when she first met him. To Nona, Bass was a true hero, one who cared about his pack and did everything he could to save those in trouble and kept everyone together and that gave way to Nona for a song she might sing eventually. However the lyrics may not envoke everything that is good for emotions. For now she would wait for Motif's response to her questions and hopefully she would let her try to help with Bass and to also help her. "Speech"

She was lost in her thoughts and didn't immediately notice the movements behind her as a wolf came to her side. It was a stranger, someone she didn't recognise and who only had a rudimentary scent of Abaven about them that told her he had only been a part of the pack since they had entered the caves. She raised her eyes to look at him, slightly surprised and yet not. That he would make his way with the pack, but that he might seek shelter and safety with them in a time of crisis. She shrugged it off, Bass would have seen him so his presence must have been approved ? it wasn't like her brother to turn away someone in need anyway. The rogue asked her her name as she turned her attention to him fully. ?Motif, Azgrat here? she was just telling him when he turned his attention to Bass, asking if he was okay. She blinked in surprise, she hadn't meant to bring attention to him after all. ?Yeah, he just needs some time alone? she cautioned the boy, as a other, familiar wolf stepped forward. She too asked if he was alright, Motif hasn't really brought that much attention to him has she? Just by checking up on him? She sighed softly at the wolves around here. ?He'll be fine? I hope ?he's been through a lot, he just needs some time, and to be left alone? she re-advised, knowing her brother wouldn't want an audience to see him break apart, knowing he needed time alone, either by himself or perhaps family around him. "Speech"

He nervously watched her, the small boy making note of what she said through his eyes. As he nodded his head he gave a sigh and shivered slightly. He was in a strange place with strange wolves and they were being nice to him. It made him scared that'd they'd do something to him. It wasn't like he could do much, he was too weak right now unless his other self was in control. He looked at th girl who had looked after him before finding a spot by himself to curl up in keeping his eyes open so that he wasn't defenseless. Tally on his back pet the boy on the head hopefully to calm him down.

Nia didn't want to seem like a burden, after all his whole existence had been pegged on being a mistake and no one told him why. His ears pinned to the back of his head. It wouldn't make a difference since he was deaf. Yet a small sigh escaped his lips as he looked outside.