Colder, Colder
Her mismatched eyes of gold and green, from her fathers, were fixed on the ocean. She missed them… missed her brother. She missed Poe too… the raven had been a wonderful comforting presence of his own. She let out a soft sigh, feeling her tiny stomach give a rumble. She hadn’t eaten properly in days… didn’t know how to hunt… and was scared to try and learn. She wasn’t sure what plans this Forsaken had for them either… but she doubted it was good.
At least the other wolf had a pack that might come rescue him. She was sure her fathers were looking but… would they ever find her? Would she ever see Ceph again?
A sigh left Elpis’ lips and she eased onto the cold sand, fluffing her fur up against the chill. She didn’t mind the cold too much… She was an odd child fascinated with death like her papa before her. Cold reminded her of death… and maybe, she thought a bit morbidly, she’d learn to feel death’s embrace soon enough.
He looked around to make sure Forsaken wasn't near by before he turned and went back into the trees that were behind him. It took him a little bit of time, but he managed to catch one of the rat-like things that he happened to see skittering into a den under a tree root. He was just glad his father had helped teach him some things about hunting. His stomach growled as he picked up the creature, but he knew Elpis needed it more than he did. He carried it back to where she had been laying and gently sat it at her paws. "For you," he said with a small smile before he sat back on his haunches, glancing around to make sure Forsaken hadn't snuck up on them.
“Er… sorry we haven’t really talked yet.” Elpis shifted uneasily on her paws, her stomach giving another low growl. “I was hoping to see my papas… but I don’t know if they’ll ever find me all the way out here. I doubt that whatever that brown man, Forsaken, is up to is good either…” Elpis frowned deeply. “I’m Elpis Adravendi. What’s your name?”