Cain Sulien's Story

Cain's eyes opened for a second before he quickly shut them again, raising a hand to block his face from the morning sunlight streaming in. He rolled over onto his side and stretched, letting out a loud yawn. His dull red eyes reopened, lazily looking back over to the window. The curtains weren't drawn tightly closed as they usually were- they were letting in far more light than Cain would accept at this hour. Groaning, he raised himself from his bed and walked to the window, hastily tugging the curtains closed.

Turning back to his room, he grabbed a stray t-shirt from the floor and tugged it on before exiting his room. He eyes were bleary and his hair was unkempt as usual, but those were the only two things that showed that he had only just woken up. The fact that he was wearing an old, messy looking t-shirt could have also been a sign, but only to people who recognized his usual style of dressing.

Cain walked downstairs, taking notice of the few lights that were on, but decided to disregard them for now. It wasn't surprising seeing as how most of the pack members usually got up before him anyways. He made his way into the kitchen, taking a bottle of water from the fridge and opening one of the cabinets. He pushed aside a few things until he found the small box that he'd shoved into the very back, attempting to keep it hidden from the others. It was a half-full box of small shortbread cookies, one of Cain's favorite foods. After taking two out, he put one in his mouth and put the box back again, leaving the kitchen.

Soon enough he was walking back down the hallway towards Anvar's study. He stopped short when he saw a figure sprawled out on the floor, soon recognizing it as Renmy. He walked over to her, stepping carefully as he realized that the floor was wet around her. He kneeled down, his same neutral expression still in place, the cookie still in his mouth. Biting off the piece that was in his mouth, he took out the rest before speaking. "...Are you alright?" His eyebrow was slightly arched as he looked at her, wondering how she'd ended up like this, as well as how she'd gotten soaked to the bone.

Renmy's figure shook slightly, the adrenaline from the slide still coursing through her nerves and networks, the vase wobbling in her clutches. She let out a few more small breaths, realizing once again that her hair was plastered all over her face- something that was an extreme irritation. She had brought up her knees just a bit for a more comfortable position, though she still wasn't completely comfortable with getting up. But then Cyra decided to wander over and check on her, making a snide comment on the side.

'At this rate, we will have to superglue everything to the ground.'

Renmy's eyes traveled over to where her fellow wolf was standing, and she let out a huff of breath before replying carefully. "I... really, don't think that you'd be able- to er, find enough glue for that anyway. Besides, I'd probably forget and then get my hand stuck somewhere or, uh, other." She didn't expect Cyra to then proceed in the act of prodding her with her nose, something that made the red-headed gamma jump ever so slightly in surprise, her hands slipping off the vase for a second, and then fumbling to re-catch it before it fell over and cracked or something.

She shot a small glare at Cyra as she abandoned her and walked into the alpha's office. However, she didn't get to keep that train of thought going, as she soon saw Ulrica, the second female beta (which she didn't understand- having two females for the betas, but shrugged it off anyway), completely ignore her presence and walk straight into the study. The fem pressed her lips together, blinking quietly. I... guess that's a good thing. One less person I have to explain myself to. She thought to herself a bit strained, trying to console her conscience.

Carefully, she slid backwards on her knees, attempting to prop herself up so she could sit down. In the process, she distractedly had the thought of her form representing a worm like in the cartoons moving. After another shiver, Ren let out a collected sigh, glad that she had made it thus far. But once more, another member of the pack wandered over to her.

It was none other than Cain, and she clutched the vase close to her chest at the sound of his voice asking if she was alright. She nibbled her lip a bit nervously before replying to him. "I'm fine. Er, well, as fine as I can be at any one particular moment in time...." Her face suddenly whitened as she realized just how many people had gotten up and looked over her, which meant that she must have also woken them up.

And as if to confirm her suspicion, Brandin stormed mutely over, picking up the table and replacing it against the wall. The girl's lower lip trembled unseen, and the two-hued eyes seemed, at least to her, to bore into her face and figure before the owner of them stooped over her and practically pried the vase from her trembling fingers, replacing it on the table. Almost as soon as her hands were free from the object, her left one shot up to her face and pulled back the hair sticking annoyingly onto her skin and poking her eyes. The right one clutched her right thigh lightly, her eyes straying over to Cain's feet to distract herself from Brandin's wrath.

"You woke me up, Renmy."

And her face had just begun to return to color too. The red-headed gamma remained utterly silent, crossing her arms one in front of the other loosely, she peered up at him, but his gaze rested on Cain now before he shuffled into the alpha's office. Renmy once more bit her lower lip before looking up at Cain's face and reached for his hand to assist her in getting up. She'd probably slip again, no matter what the odds might be, so her damp and clammy hand met his warm one, and she pulled herself up once she noted he had braced himself a bit. Or at least she hoped that that was what he was doing. Man, would that ever be a calamity if he should tumble down with her onto the floor if he hadn't been paying attention to what she herself had been doing.




The little pup scrunched up her face, glancing at Anvar with her right eye squinted and her left eyebrow raised. "I don't think I could ever like this yucky water stuff. And I don't want to be an alpha, it's too much work." She put her hands on her hips, and shook her head resolutely, the gun still in her hand. As the older wolf explained to her just what she was handling, she scanned his face warily. She didn't particularly like being called princess, but she let it slide, and didn't tell anyone about it either. It was mostly just the alpha who called her that anyway.

"Ret- yeah, uhm, I can't... I don't think I can say tha- Retruo... Re...." Once more she shook her head, clutching the gun tightly as she continued to fidget with it as he paused with the crash coming from outside the room. Vale didn't pay it much mind, already knowing it was probably Renmy. Though, she did take a second to peer out the door, though couldn't really see anything anyway.

"When he died, it became mine." Vale looked up innocently, still not understanding the full technicalities of how death worked. "I think that's sad. Why do people... die, Anvar?" The child's eyes always grew at least a little bit wider whenever she asked a question. Her features picked up though when he said he'd teach her how to use such a dangerous, although again still unbeknownst to her, weapon. In reality, the girl would probably end up causing some serious damage to both object and person alike if not warned properly about such a thing.

She looked over as she heard Cyra enter the room, and grinned brightly again, flailing her little arm in greeting to another member of her family. She watched as the girl in wolf form flickered her ears this way and that as she communicated and accentuated such speech with different facial features and stances before finally resting down on the couch and allowing a mumble of sorts to permeate the air. Then Ulrica decided to join the group and Vale gave her a sideways expression of greeting, soon losing interest in her as she didn't speak often.

She could vaguely hear titters in her range of hearing as people made talk out in the hall in response to Renmy's crash, although Vale was fairly unawares of what actually happened out there. But she was captured in the shininess of the gun, her attention recalled and refocused to it. That is, until Brandin came in too. The little girl whirled around and pointed the gun right at him, pulling down on the trigger. She beamed up at him cheerfully, the click coming quickly after the action, and then the thunk a half second later. Sure, he was a little scary, but she wasn't really too nervous what with all the other members in the room as well. Besides, it was in her nature not to be phased too much by a more intimidating pack member. Or at least as long as she was a pup, she'd have to learn about those things eventually, but that wasn't until later.

Her arm dropped once more, and she looked back up at Anvar as he began to comment on a Disney character or other, and she made a revolted face as he downed the rest of the nasty liquid. He then began to talk about duties and such and the child quickly lost interest in the room and gun, replacing it on his desk.

Cyra gave a small huff, amusement plain on her face when Anvar informed her that Vale had already gotten a taste. Cyra wasn't surprised at all, but sometimes the girl's intense curiosity concerned her. What would happen when she got into something more dangerous that a taste of whiskey or an unloaded gun? And even worse, what if none of the pack was able to get the pup out of it?

Ulrica entered the room just as Cyra made her comment. Of course, Ulrica had to make a comment of her own. Cyra's ears went back slightly, her eyes narrowing for a moment at her fellow beta. Though it was a true statement, and even one that Cyra agreed with, she resented it when it came from one who she deemed a rival. Though Cyra and Ulrica were equal in authority, Cyra was always wary of any attempt by Ulrica to gain more authority, imagined or not. At Anvar's grinning comment, Cyra somehow got the idea that the alpha was beginning to favor Ulrica over her, though it was said in a joking manner. Her ears flattened back more severely, eyes again narrowing at the beta, as a soundless growl rumbled in her throat.

This was quickly cut off by the alpha's next statement. Cyra gave a sneeze, and her expression instantaneously changed, one ear straight up with the other cocked back in almost playful manner. With her head tilted to one side, she seemed curious and attentive to the Alpha's words. She was only slightly surprised that he was sending them out on patrol without him, but she took the responsibility seriously. When he pointed at his various scars, one side of Cyra's lip curled up, tail wagging playfully as she grinned back at him in her own way.

Suddenly, Brandin came in, grumpy as usual. Cyra merely turned her grin to him, happy at the thought of getting out of the house, even if it was just to go on patrol. She gave another amused huff as Vale "shot" him with the gun. She paid little attention to Anvar's banter with Brandin, laying her head down on her massive paws.

When Anvar told the betas to round everyone up for patrol, more of an order than a request, Cyra jumped off the couch and strode out of the room, hurrying a bit to beat Ulrica. Without breaking stride, she communicated to Renmy and Cain. "Time to go on patrol. Renmy, I think Anvar is planning on watching Vale, so you can come." Usually, Renmy didn't go on patrol with them, already having her hands full with Vale, but perhaps she would decide to this time.

Not pausing to reflect on this, Cyra continued through the lower floor in search of Cassius, pausing a moment at the stairs to listen for any movement upstairs before heading outside. Pausing to the right of the door, one foot held up as she sniffed the ground, she searched for his scent. She soon picked it up, along with Vale and Renmy's from earlier and the older scents of the whole pack. She followed his scent around the house, nose going low to the ground every few steps.

After a moment, she caught sight of him lying in the grass, obviously asleep. Cyra didn't question why he was out here, but instead, joyfully bounded over to him. She jabbed his shoulder sharply with her nose and pawed at him several times until he woke up. When he awoke, she bounded backwards once as playfully as a young puppy, her front legs on the ground with her rump high in the air and her tail wagging fiercely. "We're going on patrol. Come on!"

She ran back to the front steps, waiting until everyone that was going was ready, and, running off beside Ulrica, quickly settled into a fast but efficient lope with her tail lazily wagging as they headed off on patrol.

Cain Sullien

He listened to Renmy quietly, as he tilted his head wolfishly. The others had slowly crowded in and eventually he faded into the background. His mind turning inwards as he thought about how they had been a family. Eventually their alpha told them to patrol but he shook his head and laid a hand on his stomach preparing himself to skip out. However, the resident sleeping beauty spoke up.

"Hell I would listen to you. I'm going back to sleep. You would do me a favor and go out faster." Cain bristled at the hostility but hunched his shoulders, deciding to keep his temper in check. Their were pups present anyways. Brandon brushed past and he started to grimace before shaking his head, his express turning cold. He turned to the Alpha submissively.

“I’m not feeling well. It’s the truth.” He said impassively, hoping his declaration of truth would be good enough to let them know he was serious. He turned to the younger members of the pack. “Be careful. I’m going to stay here.” He glanced to Anvar checking for permission before loping back up to his bedroom to rest. He would catch up with the others later.

Renmy let out a relieved breath as Cain was sturdy to pull her up. Though it only struck her as a brutal blow when Cyra informed her that they would be going out on a patrol. She couldn't possibly go out there in her current state, but she was pretty much being forced to because of those two prissy boys. She couldn't possibly expect to be allowed to stay behind what with two of their pack already out of commission. She'd catch a cold, or slip, or fall into a ditch, or in a hidden crevasse, or into a tree, or get caught between two rocks and twist her ankle and then have to have somebody help her out, then it'd be entirely that much worse, because she'd get stuck with Vale at the house because she couldn't go out, or Oh gosh, I have got to get out of that. Or at least get dry, but then I'll have to take the extra time....

During that whole horrible menagerie of possible outcomes because of her morning dip, her facial expression just kept getting worse and worse, from blank to slightly worried, to disgruntled and then absolutely horrified and confused. "I-I just need to go and get d-dried up, I'll probably just CatchYouGuysLaterOrSomethingI'mGoingToGoNow, Don'tWaitUp!!" She made a sheepish attempt at a noncommittal grin, and then disappeared down one of the halls towards one of the bathrooms, leaving a small trail of faint puddles behind her.

With a huge sigh, she carefully stepped onto the tile flooring, measuring each footstep carefully so she wouldn't slip and wind herself or something. Renmy cringed quietly as all new thoughts of pain and falling flooded into her mind. With a sideways glance towards the mirror to review her reflection, she quickly leaned over some cabinets, prying the doors open and rummaging around for a towel. Once she found what she had been questing for, she unfolded it and then laid it on the counter of the sink. The red-headed gamma had a naively worried look on her face as she removed her wet clothing (a portion of the water had successfully been converted to the floor near the alpha's office) and tried to work swiftly at drying herself off.

Once she was somewhat satisfied with her job, she laid the wet towel onto the ground and then placed her wet clothing inside of it. Reassured that this would work, she folded the towel over itself and once again, forming a small little pouch almost. The point was that the clothes wouldn't fall out when she was carrying it, thus also reducing the space needed to carry all of the cloth in wolf form.

She really didn't have time to put her clothes through the wash and dry, so without a word, she focused on shifting her figure into that of her wolf. It was a fairly quick process, and the only pain she really felt was from all of her cuts and bruises from previous days and today's morning.

Renmy sat down on her haunches, her ears back a bit and her maw open in a small whine as she glanced to and fro before kneeling and carefully picking up the towel in her mouth. She then began to paw at the crack she left in the door, getting it wide enough to stick her muzzle in and push the rest of the way open. After this, she loped silently up to her own room and raised her upper body to the handle, placing a paw down on the long knob and pushing forward on the door. It popped open and she quickly moved to the large window and door at the back of the room.

Setting down the towel, she nudged it in order to get it to unfold again, and then left the clothes there to dry. She would have taken it out onto the small porch that her room featured, but didn't have the time or will to fumble with the door lock. The others had probably already set off, so she'd have to do a bit of catching up in order to reach them. A low whine squeaked through her vocals, and she wrinkled her nose just slightly before scrabbling out the door once more and carefully nudging it shut with a back leg. Once set, she hopped down the stairs and set outside.



Vale shrugged off Brandin's hostility as just being a cranky pants from being woken up so 'early' in the day. Though once all the pack members departed from the room, she beamed up at Anvar, clasping her hands together behind her back and leaning forward just fractionally. "So where's and what is this special place of yours, Anvar? And are you sure we should be leaving the pack after having told them to go on patrol? What if they found something interesting? Like a big shiny thing? And then what if you an' me are gone?" She pouted up at him, now putting her hands on her hips.

She then giggled, scratching the side of her head contently. "Let's go explore!" Little Vale once more flashed him a huge smile, standing still as he leaned down and put both hands under her arms and sides, picking her up and hoisting her to his shoulders. She grinned, patting her hands down on his head with a naive, cheeky smile.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Onward loyal steed!" She tugged on his hair with some force, though it was a gentle oull (or at least probably not going to hurt him much, considering he was the alpha and she was just a pup, not to mention he'd probably be used to it by now).