Mori shuddered as she looked around her at the clawed trees; glancing at Morte she saw the same expression of horror and disgust. Aizyk glanced back at them, and Mori lowered her head and hurried her pace. After a few minutes of silence, they came to a clearing with two wolves the same size as Aizyk, as thickly muscled and presumably as strong as he. Morte and Mori shrunk back, and Aizyk snarled at them, pushing them forward. The wolves, a male and a female, looked down at the two, who were feeling smaller than ever. The male turned to Aizyk, speaking in a booming voice that seemed to echo around the forest. 'These?' he said simply. Aizyk held his head high, replying with 'They were all that were out there. If you do not appreciate my efforts perhaps you should go searching yourselves'
The female growled, glaring at Mori, who shivered but kept her chin up, refusing to back down from another wolf. She growled back, hers sounding tiny and puppy-like compared to the much larger wolf's. The huge female lifted a lip, and Mori could see that she was about to attack.
At least, she thought. I will not die by Aizyk's teeth.
Suddenly the large male spoke. 'Azzuen, do not. At least the little one is bold' He waved a paw toward Morte, who had sat silently for a moment. 'Her. Get rid of her' Aizyk moved forward and picked up Morte by the scruff, like a puppy, and moved to carry her away.

When they entered a clearing where two large wolves stood proud, Morte's curiosity sailed back. She sat silently and listened, her head cocked slightly to the left. She listened carefully and watched the little showdown between Mori and the larger wolf, her neck bristled slightly, but she did not act, nor would she unless the other wolf attacked. "Azzuen, do not." She heard, then Morte settled slightly. She watched Mori's face change from challenging to horror, and her eye's flashed over to Morte. Next thing she knew, Aizyk was lifting her by the scruff, like a pup, and walking of with her.

For a moment Morte was full or fear, and when she realized her sister was not following she lashed out. "Put me down!" She growled, snapping uselessly at Aizyk, kicking the air, trying desperately to make contact with him. Probably more out of annoyance than anything, he dropped her. She sprinted over to Mori and snapped "Go." Then turned her back on her. If Mori ran or not, she hoped she would, Morte would hold them off for as long as she could. Morte knew she wouldn't be able to survive this, or seriously injure any of the other wolves, but that was not the point. The point was that Mori would run, and when they were finished with her, Mori would be a reasonable distance away.

"GO!" She growled again, crouching near the floor, waiting for the first advance and her, hopefully, running sister.

Mori watched as Morte darted back into the clearing, yelling at her to run. She turned to do so, and Azzuen leaped over her, standing in her way. The large wolf growled, snapping her jaws, and Mori hissed, sounding for all the world like a cat rather than wolf. Azzuen reached out a huge paw and smacked the young wolf, and she yowled, sinking her fangs into the paw. Azzuen snarled, snapping her teeth together inches in front of Mori's nose. Mori jumped backwards, crashing into the male wolf. He rolled is eyes and pushed her to the side, watching as Aizyk easily snatched up Morte again, darting into the trees.
Azzuen looked down at Mori with disgust, shaking her paw irritably. 'Must we, Scythe?'
Scythe glared at her. 'We cannot take down the Bloodlust pack alone, Azzuen, you know it'
'Then why not the other?' she growled, gesturing toward the trees where Aizyk had disappeared with Morte. Scythe sighed. 'We've been over this. Just do as I say'
Azzuen huffed indignantly, glaring down at Mori, who was completely unsure as to what she should do.

Morte whimpered as she was carried back through the trees, away from Mori. "Please," she said "what are they going to do with her?" She had stopped struggling long ago, and now Aizyk was carrying her up a mountain side. Her was panting, his hot breath heating her neck. He said nothing. "What are they doing with her?" She asked again in a smaller voice "What are you doing with me?"

Aizyk said nothing. Morte didn't ask anymore questions.

She watched the trees past as the wolf carried her up through the trees. Eventually they reached a clearance, where the sun was again setting. It began to snow lightly, though Morte knew it would get worse. "What are we doing?"

Below them was a frozen over lake, it was large and very deep looking. The side of the cliff was jagged with rock shards jutting out in different places, Morte shivered, and not from the cold. Aizyk placed Morte on the ground, facing him.

"I apologize for harming you and your sister. She isn't fond of you, I can tell, but you very much of her. You must take your losses, and die in peace. You must forgive to die in peace. You must love to die in peace. You must be forgiven to die in peace." Aizyk said in a strong, unwavering voice. "You must be strong."

He looked into her eyes, and Morte blinked. "I forgive you for harming me, but I can never forgive you for what you've done to my sister." She looked into his violet eyes. "I'm sorry, Mori, I'm so sorry."

She closed her eyes, and felt the weight of his body shove her. She was falling through the air, it whipped at her face, pulling her fur and stinging her nose. "I'm sorry" she whispered. She crashed against the ice.

Mori was still staring up at Azzuen when there came a howl from the north. All the wolves turned, and Mori took the opportunity to slink into the trees. She sprinted toward the sound, fighting against the thickening snow. The young wolf saw Aizyk trotting down past her, with no Morte in his jaws, and she hid until he passed, then darted quickly in the direction he came. The snow was slick and the ground was getting steeper, but the wolf was agile and scampered hurriedly up the mountain.
Until it ended.
She gulped, peering off the edge of the cliff to the frozen lake below. There was a large hole in the ice, as if - Mori gasped, racing down the mountain until she found a path to the water's edge. She slid toward the broken ice, trying to stop herself from falling in. A black body was partly submerged, and Mori whined, grabbing Morte and pulling her hardest. She managed to get her frigid body out of the water, dragging her to the edge of the trees and collapsing. She could barely keep her eyes open as she licked at Morte's fur, willing her to awaken.
She tried to stay awake, but exhaustion took over her body, and darkness her mind.

Morte woke to numbness, she could not feel anything. She tried to move her legs and couldn't, her eyes she could not open. She lay in darkness. All she could think of was Mori all alone. All she could remember was crashing ice and freezing water, than blackness. All she could see now was blackness.

"Mori," she whispered, her voice hoarse and crackling. Every breath stung her throat. "Mori, I'm so sorry." She did something she never thought she would ever do, she let the blackness consume her, until the emptiness of the numb was gone. She knew she wouldn't die, but she let unconsciousness control her. The pain was to much.

Mori twitched in her sleep, waking herself up. She blinked groggily, wiping at her eyes with a paw. Looking up, she saw Azzuen standing over her, talking to Scythe and Aizyk. She closed her eyes, listening to the conversation.
'I thought you got rid of her' Azzuen hissed. 'I did!' Aizyk growled, stomping a paw as if in evidence of what he was saying. Mori felt Morte stir beside her, and the three wolves looked down at them with furious eyes. Mori sighed, opening her eyes again, but when all she saw was Aizyk's jaws snapping in her face, she shut them quickly. Hot breath rolled over her face and she refused to move, but again felt Morte's movement.

In her dream she was chasing deer, they ran for their lives scampering through a beautiful meadow filled with wild flowers. She was twitching in her dream when she heard a snap and felt hot breath on the side of her face. Her eye's flicked open, and she saw ivory. Morte snapped them shut and listened. "Just kill her, and keep the little wolf away this time," Azzuen snapped. "I don't want her interfering." Little wolf? She felt a warm presence next to her. Mori. Her heart warmed, though the rest of her was ice.

She heard someone moving, and then the warm presence was gone. Then back again, their was a pressure on the small of her back, and she realized it was probably Mori warning her to stay still and keep quiet. So she did.

Mori held still for as long as she could, but when Azzuen reached down and picked her up by the scruff, she couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp. Much to her relief, nobody seemed to care, and looking to her side she saw Morte being carried by Scythe. Suddenly she was dropped, but Scythe kept walking with Morte.
'This time' she heard Azzuen call. 'don't bother with the lake'
Scythe nodded in affirmation, though Mori couldn't see. Azzuen stood over her growling, and suddenly Aizyk didn't seem so evil. She scampered over to him and sat beside him, pushing herself into his fur as if it could hide her.

Morte woke to the large male standing over her, "Don't bother with the lake this time, Scythe." The male nodded. He picked her up and trotted away from the others. When she could no longer hear the others he placed her on the ground, nudging her with his muzzle. She opened her eyes to pear into bright yellow eyes.

"Run, and don't come back. If you do I will actually have to kill you. Now go, please." He nuzzled her neck, and turned around, his back facing her. Morte stumbled to her feet and ran.

Oops... :P

Mori felt, rather than heard, Aizyk's growl as she pushed her body into his side. He looked at her, anger glinting in his eyes, but not a killing anger, and Mori stayed put. He turned toward Azzuen, and she had an almost expectant look in her eyes, yet the male did not move. Azzuen rolled her eyes. 'Did you find a place for our pack?' she demanded. Aizyk nodded, keeping his head up despite her harsh tone. He refused to be an omega in this pack. Mori was slightly confused by Azzuen's words. What pack? And why would they want her in any pack of theirs? She decided to leave such questions to more appropriate time, choosing to remain silent for the time being.
'Well?' Azzuen said harshly. 'Take me there'
Aizyk glared at her. 'What if I don't want to?' he challenged. Azzuen's returning glare was like ice. 'Then there will be He'll to pay, Aiz. Take me'
Aizyk glowered at her, but agreed to show her the way. Making sure Mori was following, he led Azzuen to Mori's cave.
'Oi!' Mori protested. 'This is MY den!'
Azzuen snarled at her fiercely. 'Well now it's OUR den'
Mori glanced at her one-inch fangs and decided perhaps she *could* share her cave...


The three entered, and Azzuen inspected the rock chamber as Aozyk sat at the entrance to guard. Mori again buried herself in his silky fur worriedly. He looked down at her, and she expected a snarl or insult, but was trotters by the softness in his voice.
'Who are you, wolf?' he asked, without the normal icy edge in his words. 'Mori' she replied uncertainly.
'Mori who?'
'I... Don't know' She had never thought about it before, and truly had no answer.
'How old are you?'
'About a year, I think'
'You think?'
'I-I'm not sure' Mori stammered.

'I see' He turned to look into the cave.
'How old... Are you?' she asked, surprising even herself. He didnt respond for a moment, and Mori was starting to think he wouldn't when he spoke. 'Year and a half' he muttered distractedly, staring at Azzuen. She was stunned; shethought at least three years by hi size and strength. She studied his face as he watched Azzuen.

'Do you like her?' Mori asked. 'Azzuen? No. She's cruel'

'So are you' the young wolf pointed out. 'Not like her. You'll see'


Azzuen walked baxk out of the cave, seemingly satisfied. 'We shall stay here' she announced as Scythe trotted out from the trees. 'What?' he said stupidly. 'Our pack will stay here' Azzuen repeated impatiently, gesturing toward the cave. She led them inside. 'You two' she barked, looking at Mori and Aizyk. 'Go find more pack members. We need more'

Mori glanced uncertainly at Aizyk, but he was already heading toward the cave mouth.

'Oh, and Aizyk?' Azzuen called sweetly. Both wolves turned. 'If you lose her' she continued in her syrupy voice.

'You die'

Morte didn't run far. She didn't know if Mori was in danger or not, also, she no longer had the strength to do so. She crawled to the nearest tree and slumped there, letting sleep consume her.

When she woke it was still day, or perhaps it was the next day, Morte didn't know. She was starving though. Through all the excitement and her injuries, she completely forgot about food. She wished she had just sucked it up and had some dear. Her stomach growled viciously and she groaned. As if on que, a little squirrel skittered from the bushes, Morte quickly got up and pounced, snapping it's neck. She ate it in three bites, then returned to the tree and slept some more.

Again she woke, though now it was evening, the air was cooler than before and the sun was setting. She stretched. With all the rest she had gotten she felt better and more able. Yawned and stretching out, she must have looked like an over-sized cat.

She chuckled a little, licked her muzzle free of blood, and trotted back the way she came. If she couldn't show herself to the rest, she could at least see what sort of situation Morie was in, and to see if she needed rescuing.

Aizyk and Mori trotted through the trees. Mori had no idea where they were going, so she simply followed the male until they came to a small clearing. Mori was exhausted despite how much she had slept, and lay down tiredly. Aizyk rolled his eyes, then lay next to her, allowing her to sleep curled into his side. She yawned, slowly falling asleep to the sound of his heart's rhythmic beating.

Morte trotted for a couple hours and then stopped by a tree to rest. Falling asleep once again, she dreamt of Scythe. He was lying next to her, his golden eyes and chocolate fur. He was resting his head where her figure dipped, her cuddled against his stomach. And she felt unbelievable happiness. She woke with a start blinked, shook her head, and groaned. This was not to happen again.

Mori awoke suddenly, not knowing how much time had passed. She tilted her head and saw Aizyk, still sleeping beside her. She smiled and nuzzled her head into his side, and he blinked, waking up. Mori closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, and Aizyk nudged her. She raised her head, looking up at him.
'What?' she asked in a girlish tone, blinking. He shook his head, standing, then glanced up at the sun. 'You've slept too long' he muttered. 'Me?' she said indignantly.
He sighed. 'We'
Mori stood up, stretching and yawning. They walked quickly through the trees, searching for other wolves, for nearly an hour before seeing a furry tail disappear into the trees. The two bolted after the wolf, quickly overtaking it.

A large body sprung and pinned me to the ground from a brush. I yelped in surprise, then in pain as the full weight of the body crushed me. The first rolled off pulling me onto my back, where I was pinned by a much smaller body. Silky black fur tickled my nose and piercing blue eyes seared mine.
"Mori!"

Ooc// You're writing in first person silly, wrong format for this RP :P

Bic// Mori realized the wolf she had jumped on was Morte, and stepped off, rolling her eyes. Aizyk growled and stepped toward her again, snapping his jaws.

Ooc// Shut it, Princess. I was tired :(

Bic// "Rather convenient, isn't this?" Morte said a little nervously. Aizyk was growling a steady rumbled that became louder when she spoke and movement. She wiggled her way out from under and stood, eye to chest. "Um," she scratched her paw on the ground. "surprise! I'm not dead...yet, anyway."

Aizyk moved to bite her, and Mori darted forward, smacking him with a paw. He jumped in surprise, turning.
'Dont' Mori said, blue eyes flashing. Aizyk glared back at her, unmoving, and Mori became nervous. 'We can take her back to Scythe, he'll let her join the pack'
'He won't' Aizyk growled, but picked up Morte and headed back to the cave, Mori trotting beside.
When they arrived, Scythe snarled fiercely as he saw Morte. 'I thought we agreed; not HER' he hissed angrily. Aizyk was about to speak when Mori stepped in front of him. 'She was the only one we could find'
Scythe chuckled. 'So the she-wolf speaks for the couple, hm?' he mocked.
'We're not mates' Mori hissed, at the same time Aizyk muttered 'Not a couple' under his breath uneasily, not wanting to contradict when Scythe held advantage.
'Anyway' Scythe continued, 'I suppose she could stay. For now'
Aizyk had dropped Morte a few seconds earlier, and now glanced around in a panic, unable to find her. After a minute he spotted her sitting beside Mori at the cave entrance. He shoved them both roughly into the den, all patience suddenly gone.

Morte licked Mori's cheek and smiled stupidly. Mori hissed and rolled her eyes. Morte winked. Ayzik shoved them in the den and Morte stumbled a little. For the past couple days, Morte had felt like a pup compared to the bigger wolves. Even to Mori a little. She had never realized how mature Mori had become. Morte couldn't help but baby her a little, but perhaps she could lay it low for a while. No need to irritate any of the wolves.

Scythe trotted to the mouth of the cave. "Morte. Come here. Now." He stared at her with his honey eyes, which seemed to freeze her in place. She robotic-ally slunk towards him, tail low. She dunked her head lower when she approached him. He snarled and swung his head to the left, gesturing for her to follow. He stalked into the bushes, his tail flicking impatiently. Morte followed quickly after.

As soon as they were out of ear-shot, he turn on her and snarled, "I though I told you not to come back!"

A fire blazed in her belly, all common sense evacuating. "I couldn't just leave my sister!" She spat.

His eyes blazed and he snapped at her ear, missing by only a centimetre. "I am the alpha wolf, stand down or you die."

Morte snarled again, but the look of seriousness and hurt in his eyes made her relax. She would submit. For now.

Mori watched with disinterest as Scythe took Morte outside, and only then noticed Azzuen's absence. She thought nothing of it; it was simply a thought passing through her mind, yet for some reason it bugged her. She trotted over and lay beside Aizyk, resting her head on his back. He shifted his position but did not protest, and soon Mori was asleep, not noticing that Morte and Scythe had still not come back.

They stood there for a moment, looking at each other. His gaze hard and angry, her's, curious and defiant. He sat down, still glaring at her.

"Fine, you have my word." Morte said, "I will do nothing to aggravate you or your mate."

He snorted "Mate? Azzuen's my sister."

"Then nothing to bother you or your sister." Morte was slightly surprised at that. "Now if you'll excuse me." She mock-bowed her head and quickly scooted by Scythe. She lay outside the entrance and feigned asleep just moment before Scythe arrived. After several minutes Morte relaxed enough and was able to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Mori awoke quite a while later, glancing up to see Morte sleeping near the cave entrance, and Scythe pacing at the back of the den. She stood and yawned, trotting toward the trees to find a drink, and had just reached the creek when there was a crackling behind her. The wolf gasped, whipping around with her teeth bared.
'Aizyk!' she cried. 'You scared me to death!'
'Obviously not, as you are still alive' He smirked, sitting. A moment later Morte emerged from the trees. Mori was surprised - Why had both wolves come to see her? Though perhaps they were simply getting a drink as well. Somehow she doubted it. There was an awkward silence as she waited for someone to say something.

Morte wasn't exactly sure why, she was never really a morning wolf, but Aizyk had said something of discussing another thing with Mori. It kind of float through the air and avoided her ears. He lead her to a water fountain where Mori was drinking. She jumped and swiveled quickly, snarling. They exchanged words and Morte slunk over to the water and started lapping it up. Morte turned to Ayzik and waited for him to begin,