Giving Rise to the Winds

Silver caught eye of Soran, appearing too from the brush of the territory. Her eyes watched him curiously, until he looked at her, and grinned. She couldn't help but mirror this emotion. Trotting around the two wolves, caught in a complex battle of hierarchy and social standings between a lone and a pack member, she went and stood a few feet away from him. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to sit next to him or not, unsure of his reaction to closer proximity at the moment.

Then, she heard Dakota's quick and calculating movements. Her attention snapped away once again, locked on the two wolves. Taking a deep breathe, she exhaled slowly. While she understood the meaning of the conflict, she knew this wolf had stepped way out of proper boundaries with the snarls and confrontation, and it seemed as if she had also knocked down and assaulted Dakota. Silver quietly thought if they would have to move a body tonight, or if she'd have to tend to some unfamiliar loner's wounds.

"So" she said in the midst the conflict to Soran, "If I need stuff to seal up wounds, would you be up for doing some plant and shrubbery hunting?" She grinned, and looked at him. If he gave a positive reaction, she'd sit next to him. Perhaps she would make another close friend other than just Gale. That would be nice. She hadn't really gotten to know the hunter just yet, even though she'd grown up in the pack.

Soran nodded towards the Scholar, but his eyes trained on Dakota and the loner as they fought with a sort of mild interest. Despite the blood staining both pelts, their wounds would heal quickly, and Soran had no doubt the fight would not last much longer. If things got out of hand, he would step between the two to intervene, but only if needed. However, something caught Soran’s eye as he watched the fight. While Dakota was naturally a good fighter, the way she and snapped at the loner again and again reminded the male of another fight; the one between the huntress and Pallatsera that had strained the relations between the two up until the Alphess’s death. It was enough to cause Soran to take a step forward, though he did not act.

Silver was worried now. Dakota wasn't going to stop. Grimacing slightly, she resisted the temptation to avert her eyes. She was young, but she didn't want to seem childish. She shuffled uncomfortably in place, her eyes fixed on the two. She wasn't really in the mood for death, right now. This was, to be frank, the first time she'd seen such a battle, though she had heard of them before. She gave Soran a confused and concerned glance, but then scanned the forest for Gale, not finding him near quite yet.

Silver growled nervously, quietly, but definitely audibly, possibly for one of the first times.. ever. She wasn't sure she was a fan of this conflict; It made her insides turn, and her adrenaline build high like the tide. And it was not the good, fun, excitement adrenaline she felt with her hyperactive disorder, it was the survival and conflict sot that made her skin prickle and her fur raise on end.

As the wolf turned on her and Soran, Silver resisted the urge to sputter backwards in confusion in suprise, as well as the urge to duck behind Soran or even to run to Gale. No, no, she had to be brave. She could not allow herself to run from some stranger who was getting herself torn up by Dakota. But she didn't want this wolf to turn on her now, to the weaker digit. Silver wasn't build for combat. She grimaced speechlessly, but willed her tail to come up in a defensive manner.

No, it did not amuse her. But this wasn't her battle. She did not wish to be involved, but she wondered if this loner would drag her or Soran into it just to prove something to Dakota. She wouldn't be surprised if she did.

Soran's mild gaze never left his face as he approached the two and stepped between them, something he should've done halfway through the fight. "We did not invoke the fight, or encouraged it. We merely knew of its outcome." Replied Soran, stopping a few feet from where the bloodied loner stood. "You must remember, it is you who are the stranger in this territory, we only arrived in time to see Dakota defending herself." Casting a sideways glance at the bronze huntress, Soran nodded towards Silver with an amused, almost paternal gaze. "Silver can clean you both up, I'm sure you will both recover in due time, though you may feel a little... unbalanced for a while." He added, turning his head back towards the loner's direction and indicating the small lump where her ear once sat so prominently atop her head.

"You could at least let us do the favor of cleaning you up, after that you are free to either stay with us or leave, it's your choice."

Gale had stayed in the shadows of the trees while the skirmish between the bronze wolf, Dakota and the newcomer, Blake had occurred. Disgust filled his green-eyed gaze as he watched the gruesome scene before him. It seemed that he had been lucky when he engaged the huntress. Then again, he was a warrior; honed to perform during the drum beats of battle. Shaking his head, the male stepped out of the forest and came to a halt beside Dakota.

The female was coated in blood - her own and her opponent's. An exhausted aura emanated from her. She made no move to clean her coat of the blood that would stain, nor did she leave the area. The Wanderer was impressed for the briefest of moments regarding how well Dakota did in combat. She knew where the weak points on a wolf were; why wasn't she a guardian? Slowly and without any hesitation, the warrior leaned over to be closer to Dakota's ear.

"Would you like me to fetch you some prey? Or maybe assist you in cleaning this mess up?" He inquired quietly, making sure to keep a decent amount of distance even in the close proximity. "I promise I won't bite. As long as you can promise me the same."

"How might I help you?"

Lucas was about to respond just as about everything altered incorrectly. The air slowly ripened into it's crestfallen state, it matured more tense as a bouquet of blood evolved through the existence of this forest. A noise that immediately yank his attention back to the pack. His body bridged no shorter than his ears had, his eyes were fixed straight as they shot open. Something was wrong, and Lucas wasn't going to sit idle while it happened. Therefore, before leaving his fellow comrade behind, she seemed to solicitude about the growling. He quirked a brow at her, she was striving with effort to say something, coughing a few times to fix her throat. She announced her return to the pack, at least he wasn't returning alone. So the scout is delayed for later, after all.

"I do believe that we might have a skirmish on our paws."

Fully turning around, she dashed herself by him and back to the pack. She was fast, surprisingly. Without a bit of hesitation, he applied all his strength into his feet and fired along the black and yet interesting female. Not far away, the source of this conflict was discovered, as he decelerated to a corner. He began examining the situation. Some yet unknown wolf stood there, a few meters away from laid a white wolf submerging into it's own blood. And apparently, has lost half or perhaps all of it's ear. There had been a fight, by far this wolf had met it's fate or is simply hanging onto the edge of life. But his question was, who was the fight between? The white wolf and whom exactly?

Dakota, the wolf that he had seen sitting by Derek the last time he had accompanied him, was sitting next to some male, her face strictly consisted of eyes, snout, nose, mouth, ears, everything and multifarious amounts of fresh carvings soaking her face wet crimson, her torso was sleeking in blood, particularly her chest and shoulder, witch had met the dying wolf's jaws too long. It was ripped. Dakota was thriving this battle in her blood, compared to the white wolf that had lost it's ear.

Lucas didn't know any of those, but his place is with the alpha. A full grown male and is obviously some high ranking one in the pack. Greetings wasn't the time, he has to learn of the reason of this gruesome battle.

"What happened?"

He stood high, but still showed respect to the Alpha.

"Oh, I don't know. It's just a guess of mine." Gale replied in turn. He wasn't afraid of being bitten by the bronze huntress. He was more not interested in being attacked at this current time.

The Wanderer scooted closer to Dakota and gingerly started to lick at the wounds. His tongue was light as not to provoke a pained response from the female when he went over what could be labelled as a more sensitive section of her injuries. Soon, he worked himself into a steady rhythm. The blood that had flooded his tongue was fading; he moved to less serious injuries that required attention. Most of the wounds were either long and shallow or short and deep. Blake had done a decent amount of damage to Dakota before the latter ripped off the former's ear. Gale wanted to ask Dakota a question, but he kept himself silent. Right now, it wasn't the time.