0000 WORDS anyone

let's join forces, we've got our guns and horses. i know you've been burned, but every fire is a lesson learned.

Slightly dark and scary this was the first time she had gotten lost. Luckily still within the lands of Tortuga, yet still, a pup her size, and even so young would not be safe out here alone. Sarka was scared, accidentally wandering off after trying to get a butterfly to sit still so she could watch it. Now little white paws would try to find some sort of shelter within any brush. Small whimpering noises coming from her snout as she tried to press herself to seem smaller, than she already was.
Of course even if it was still in the brightest of the day, she was certain her mother would be mad at her. For 'running' off by mistake. Sarka had tried to be good, she didn't speak, she only ate when fed and she even tried to stay out of the way of others and keep to her own happy place unless she was trying to cling to her mother. Though now she covered her dark bluish head with her white paws with slight fear, sniffling as she silently sobbed.

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She would be found in a good mood, walking to the Waterfall Peak. Today, it wasn't for solitude, but for an actual exploration. She had grown curious, and the day wasn't all too bright and the temperature seemed perfect this day. No wind, and the day seemed nice through all out. The sound of soft whimpers caught her attention, the scent of fear lingering in the air. Misha would follow the scent and sound to a lost pup, the poor thing trembling in fear under a small bush with her paws covering her small head. "Oh darling. Are you okay, little one?" Misha would ask in a soft, reassuring voice.

Though she hadn't met Azalea at the border as the new mother had taken refuge in Tortuga, she knew she was somewhere in the pack. She had given her space- not wanting to intrude on her privacy by bothering her until she was settled, but the scent of a pup had peaked the Queen's curiosity. Roman had been patrolling the borders along the peak- and the scent of a pup here was as curious as unnerving. The rocks could be slippery, if the child got to close to the fall, and if she fell... there would be little anyone could do. The expecting mother turned towards the smell, relaxing a bit as she also scented Misha. The child was crying, and her ears pricked slightly as she approached. She came to a halt near the brown woman and lowered her marked head. "You're one of Azalea's little ones, aren't you deary." She asked softly, smiling at the young pup. "Would you like help finding your mommy?" She offered, giving a kind glance to Misha. Speech,

0000 WORDS Roman & Misha

let's join forces, we've got our guns and horses. i know you've been burned, but every fire is a lesson learned.

The little pup would raise her head as the adult wolf approached. There were multiple thoughts that cleared her head of danger of being approached by a stranger. Death, despair, torture, not that she knew what torture was as of yet. But she was sure what death was when things stopped moving completely and just.....stopped living. Her fur would bristle on the ends as she stepped back a little but made sure to keep still in case she tripped or something. That was one thing she didn't wish to do here. The adult asked if she was okay, but before she could think of giving a silent answer a strange white wolf would come along with marks on her body. Sarka tilted her head, but her tail would rise as she mentioned her mothers name. She new her mommy?
Of course Sarka didn't feel comfortable around two adult wolves as much as it was. Though Roman seemed to know her mother, and offered to help her find her. Making her curl her tail between her legs. Giving a small nod of her head, still keeping herself silent. There wasn't going to be a miracle break in her lack of speaking. Her blue eyes would look around, then look to Roman for some sort of guidance.

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I got my red dress on tonight dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight Misha would continue to watch the small pup carefully in case she would need any assistance from her adult self. Her Queen Roman would appear, the lady taking place next to Misha. Misha would dip her crown down respectfully at Roman's appearance. She would sniff the air around them all, noticing something different about Roman's scent. She smelled of pups, or as if she was nursing them recently. But, Roman didn't have any pups to nurse.. Did she? "Roman, my Queen, are you..." She would trail off, taking in notice of the pup with ears, and a big curiosity like all of them could have. Surely Roman would know what Misha was asking, especially hinting at her swelling belly. throw my hair up real big, beauty queen stylehigh heels off I'm feeling alive

Kindly, she would watch the young child, waiting to see if she would speak or acknowledge her. The poor scrap seemed so frightened. The child nodded, and Roman smiled, lifting her head to face Misha as the tawny woman spoke. Her eyes widened slightly, at Misha's question, and Roman nodded. "I am." She murmured quietly. She glanced back at the pup, and sighed. She hadn't ventured to Azalea's den yet but she could only guess it was in the depths of the forest. Lowering her head to the child's height she would speak. "I am Roman, one of Tortuga's Queens. What's your name?" She asked kindly. She couldn't decide whether it would make more sense to call Azalea to them or to take the child back to her mother's den, where-ever it was. Speech,

OOC: feel free to skip faust at leisure. He won?t be contributing much; he?s simply protecting Roman like the overprotective shit he is.

He follows her quickly, silently. By the end of her pregnancy, Faust is certain Roman will wish to chew his head off. That?s fine by him; he?s going to ensure she is safe, just as he has promised. Head nudges to her shoulder in silent greeting, offering a nod to the whelp and the other woman. Perhaps for a moment he lets his gaze rove over the strange woman?s (Misha?s) figure, unashamed of his lusts. Alas he says nothing, sitting quietly as a guard ought to. Roman can do as she pleases, but Faus trusts nobody, not even those who make their homes within these walls.