(05:13:11) Cortés's nearly crawled withh exhaustion toward the scent of his brethern. He'd been lost the whole entire time things had begun. The earth shook beneath his feet....the mountain groaning in anger. The snow. So much of it, wiping away whatever it came across. Cortes didn't know how he survived. He remembered white pale fur. Though he didn't remember much. Surely with time, it would all sink back. For now though he wandered, barking, sniffing, and trying anything to find his family again. The recognizable pain of losing family again was too much to bear. He needed to find them, and would search the ends of the earth until he did.
(05:23:34) Megas was leaning badly, his side aching from the pests that buzzed about the injury. He was exhausted, but if all he could provide was a wake up call in case of emergency, then by god he would fucking provide it. He often refused to admit it, but the dog in him was tenaciously loyal and he tended to over exert himself for his comrades and friends. His lids were heavy, silver eyes pale slivers in the moonlight, but hopefully it would soon be morning. Sound caused one tall ear to flick before he fully registered the implication, head shooting up sweet seconds later. He couldn't afford to be so slow. He scanned the surroundings, tense as he quietly stood, careful to not stumble and make noise. He squinted into the darkness distrustfully, expecting the worst when only Cortes tottered into view. Shocked awake, he rushed quickly over, inspecting the man for injuries- well, any fresh ones anyway. After, he'd offer to assist Cortes to where the rest of the pack were sleeping.
(05:32:30) Dermo:. Since having to experience all the dramas of yesterday, worn out tyke had slept through the rest of the night without any issues. Face was sore and newly scarred, but that didn't seem to phase him one bit. Not with the continuous abuse that his own parents dished out. Pfft. Little dude took it like a champ, just as beloved brother did. When the early morning's light sought to slowly creep into the crevices of their new log den/home, the little man's eyes were finally persuaded to open. And once a few short minutes were given to blinking away all the grogy feels and stretching out each of his dappled limbs, shoulders were rolled and he was quick to slip into motion. Pup couldn't sit around and sleep forever! Even if he was exhausted. He would never eat that way! Tongue and teeth team immediately went to dislodging bugs from the log's den before he teetered out the opposite end of the log. There, some small rodents were found, and one was quickly apprehended with a well calculated launch and pin. Thing was devoured without hesitation, and thereafter, attention was finally cast round to the opposite side of the log where a commotion had been heard. Perhaps one of the White giants were stirring finally? Perhaps the eager Dermo would be blessed with another lesson-filled morning? Mmmmm. The simple thought influenced a proud and regal trot to carry him 'round, gaze settling upon the man (Megas) whom he'd earlier tried to destroy. A satisfied grin took lips in response. Seemed this guy had what it took to be accepted into their dysfunctional family. Before plans could be made to issue a surprise attack and test the man though, gaze was taken onto the returning Cortes. Mmmm! Grin grew even more wide. From a distance, the piano-key cub had been admiring this man. And until he was walked closer to their little log, Dermo would continue to do only that. Admire. Pupils growing with a hint of interest as tongue escaped muzzle to slowly trail the new gash that lined his cheek. An almost.. sickly expression made as he did so, feeling the wound's inner folds so deep that it began to bleed again.
(05:53:48) Cortés was quiet, his face somber, no longer the usual smile. This wasn't a happy occasion. It was a battlefield. Exhaustion over took him. He was so tired, he didn't even avoid the young child as he walked by. Normally his fear of hurting a child would have driven him to walk around, or maybe avoid the kid all together. Instead he struggled to merely go straight, and if he were to accidentally punt against the kid, well oops. He'd lifelessly collapse against the base of the rotting log, head immediately falling upon his paws like a colossus meeting it's doom. "Is everyone...alright." He would twist his skull so that eye met eyes. "Where is Pi?" He hoped that when he had dangled against that tree near the drop, the lifeless body of pi had been merely an illusion of his fears, rather than reality. "I saw a body. Surely it was not real."
(06:00:44) Megas followed alongside him all the way to the log, eyeballing the little flank terror as they passed. Quirky kid, Megas liked him. But no time for bonding through physical abuse, this was kind of really important. When the man collapsed and made his inquiries, Megas made to nod, then stopped when he remembered watching the woman fall to her doom. He swallowed at the sudden flashback, squeezing his eyes shut and shoving down the shaking that he refused succumb to. Figures. He grimaced and opened his eyes, pinning his long ears back as he ducked and shook his head. Pi must have been the woman that fell. He knew everyone else, he was pretty sure. PTSD was a bitch.
(06:05:23) Vadimir continued to sleep, his rest feverish and plagued with much tossing and turning. Their journey and the stress on his body during and after the calamity caused the male to develop a slight fever, and he panted heavily as his body tried desperately to thermo-regulate itself. The shade of the log aided in keeping his temperature from reaching uncomfortable levels, but it was still higher than it ought to have been. His sides expanded and contracted sharply, eyes wandered sightlessly beneath their lids. Mouth was a gross wash of dirt, foliage, and crusted/dripping saliva as the cooling oral liquid worked to keep his body from over-heating, but only just so.
(06:42:34) Cortés watched as the man solemnly shook his skull. It was a shock at first, moments ticked by as he thought about the woman. The brief time they had together. He felt bad for the way her last stages in life had been. Sure Cortes had seen plenty of death, and had even played a hand at causing a few deaths along the way, they were all kills that were of the controlling of another living being. This death was caused by nature. A force that nothing on this planet could control. He nodded, his eye closing as he silently prayed for the girl. "Okay." He'd then stand up. All of a sudden, realization ran through his mind. He'd been on his way to find a search party. To find the pack and aid him in bringing back Ghastly home. His heart shot into overdrive as the memories of the night prior came into mind. He remembered gliding on the snow atop a log, hanging dangerously over the drop, and being saved by the pale woman. Stress and thhe traumatic experiences of the night before, had temporarily been snuffed out, hidden because of his fears. Now that the events had passed, his denial it ever happened, had been destroyed, and vivid memories began to paint within his mind. He lowered his skull as if pain overtook him. When the memories were over, he lifted his head skyward, and looked toward Megas. "I remember why I needed to find you all." He looked over toward the slumbering kings. Surely they would be alright. "Come with me. Ghastly is in need of aid, we must go to her. I left here a distance off, a half day's journey. Now," he'd bark hurriedly.
(06:55:03) Megas sat in silence as it befell them, the sun slowly rising with morning and the birds waking to sing. Blasted things, now was not the time. He watched in dismay as the same thing that he had just experienced washed through his comrade, though remained stoic through the knowledge he could do nothing about it. Suddenly after, the man perked, startling Megas who bared his teeth in instinctive response, tall devil-horn ears shooting up. Oops, don't startle the baby. As it registered what was happening, Megas deadpanned, peering over his shoulder at the pack before reluctantly moving to follow Cortes, but stopping anyway. If something happened while he was gone, Vadimir would skin him alive.
Cortés had got himself turned around. He could not find the girl anywhere. Cortes was beyond pissed. At himself, at her, at the very world which he stood on. His life had been beautiful. A family in which to serve, a home that was abundant in food and water. Now he was back here. In this damned land in which he left in the first place, and now Ghastly was among the maze in which he called Yellowstone. It took hours, and to no avail. Nothing. Anger made him return, an emotion he chose not to recognize at first, yet grew in size. His body was in complete agitation. An abnormal occurrence for the usual peppy Spaniard. Still, there was still time. She couldn't have gone far, and she was probably back at the makeshift camp already. Perhaps if he returned, he would find her there. Purpose brought his legs to a full run, not breaking a sweat until he reached the vicinity in which housed his exhausted pack. His eye skittered around the scene, some sleeping bodies, some missing bodies. either way, he didn't find the girl. Cortes would clench his jaw then, fighting the wave of annoyance before stepping closer to inspect his pack.
Cinnema had fallen asleep with her lower half draped in the pond after taken a quick dip to relax a little more. In the heat, it was so much better to be sleeping in cool water. Water was great in any case, but this was bliss. Except for the warmth and thick fur, but still. It cooled her scratches and cleaned off mucky paws, providing much needed relief. Nap didn't last too long though, as she soon woke and pulled herself up onto all fours. Not even to shake off the water and stretch, nono! She turned right back around and dove face first into the water. HA! A quick dip and swim around, then she turned and came back to the shore and shook off. Her mind started working after the quick dip, going to what needed to be done. Hunt, recover, and find a territory. Okay, food first, everyone needed to be fed and kept safe. Wherever the prey in this place was.. Her ancestors may have lived in Yellowstone, but she was completely at a loss here. As she went toward the log to look and check on the children, ears swiveled to catch noise of approach. Head snapped up, lips pulled back: except, it was Cortes. Cin relaxed again, nodding slightly. "You alright?" He seemed to be off for some reason, but she couldn't figure why. Her head tilted slightly, looking at him questioningly.
Shelter traversed through these lands with little knowledge of where she was. As per usual, Molly was lost, alone and all too pathetic. Her fight for survival was always at an extreme. She had many disadvantages within this feral world, but she did well to work around them. If it hadn't been for Nida teaching her how to hunt small game, Molly most likely wouldn't even be alive today! The young mutt kept at a steady space despite her obvious fatigue. She was tired, hungry and far too anxious to just sit around. New surroundings meant new faces and with that came new dangers. Oh! This was no good! In her despair, a scent filled those nostrils of hers. What was this? Could it be? Molly stopped in her tracks as she took it all in. But she couldn't believe it! This scent was..all too familiar and if she didn't know any better, she would have thought her mind was playing tricks on her! Without an ounce of hesitation, this little battered up dog was hot on the trails! It was Nida's scent! Her long lost friend!! Oh, Molly couldn't be happier! There was nothing stopping her at this point -- in fact, nothing could. She was on a mission and by George she was going to see it through! At least, that's how she felt before pale hazel gaze locked onto a pack of canines to which she was very unfamiliar with. Oh no. This wasn't right! Where was her friend? Who were these people? From the distance she stood, watching and looking over the group with hopes that the big wolf would be within close proximity. But so far she couldn't really tell and that was giving her great anxiety.
Cortes watched the woman. La Reina. He dipped his skull, but kept a tight lip until he was near enough to sit by her, his eye looking over her body for injuries. Slight as they were, he frowned in concern. Despite the violence that the pack lived with on a daily bases, he enjoyed and loved each member within the pack. An emotion he only recently discovered for them. Sure he would lay down his life, but it had been purely because he knew his Maestro would wish it. After this whole ordeal, he now wanted to protect them all for Cortes' sake. "I am well, mi reina. Are you?" He sighed, lifting his skull skyward. "Lo siento, mi reina. I have failed to protect you all. I was lost among the chaos. La Ninfa, she saved me." If it weren't for that Ghastly woman, Cortes surely would have died. In the end though, she fell, and was unconscious for a while. A fresh wave of anger went through him. Her disappearance was at Cortes' great displeasure. He grunted slightly, and lowered his gaze upon the horizon. However as he did so, the sight of a curious looking animal was spotted. At this range, Cortes' eyesight wasn't exactly the best, so he didn't know if it was a dog, or a wolf that romped the lands. He knew both set of canines thrived among the Yellowstone territories. Cortes was instantly on his feet, muscles tense and expression somber. He took a step forward, his body flexing slightly with each movement.
Cinnema would sit near the log, head tilted and awaiting the male's approach as he came to sit beside her. Out of habit her own eyes glanced over him, but he seemed generally well, surprising given what had gone down. But she had not seen him during the ordeal, and was now wondering what had happened to the male. He was a part of the pack, and thus family. Why had she not made sure he was around and okay? She nodded at his question. "Yes, I am fine. Cut up, but I'll be fine." She needed to be, if she was going to get better quick and make sure everyone was fed. Brows would raise at his next comments. "No, please. Don't be hard on yourself for not being present. It's not something you could have predicted, Cortes." All of them were probably having similar feelings about the situation.. "Who is she?" she inquired, referring to the person who saved him. Cin hadn't yet met Ghastly, so she couldn't guess. Her head turned as the male seemed to spot someone and reacted. She was on her paws beside him, taking a few steps in front, looking over the girl but with a slightly less tense demeanor. Not that she wasn't capable to attack if needed. But something gave her pause-wait a second. Green eyes squinted at the dog's form, looking her up and down, sniffing her scent. "Molly?" she said, nearly dumbfounded. Nida's dog friend was alive? She shifted herself to nudge Cortes with her shoulder, as if telling him, wait a moment. Her posture was still cautious as she stared down the ghost from the past. "Well, well, long time no see.."
Shelter's lips pressed firmly together while eyes continued to search for Nida with no luck thus far. Thick muzzle let out a gruff huff, feeling very uneasy about this whole situation. Perhaps Nida had just passed through or perhaps worse, these had harmed her dearest friend. Although friend was a loose statement, since Nida perhaps didn't quite feel the same. Nonetheless, Molly grew worried and that worry would only intensify when it became clear she was spotted. The big boy was the first to catch her attention and quickly the mutt became antsy. She bounced from one paw to the other in a nervous little dance, as if trying to ready herself to flee. The thought did cross her mind, in fact, she was only seconds away from hightailing it out of there if it weren't for another calling out her name. Wait what? Molly paused once more as cropped ears perked forward. "Yes?" she called out softly to answer while examining the active duo. She..knew the female? She had to.. but she couldn't place her.. what was her name? How did she know her? They seemed familiar, but, oh well, Molly's memory wasn't exactly the best! That broad head of hers lowered and the anxious dog curled her tail neatly between her legs as they spoke one more time. Yes, clearly they knew each other. "Ah, yes! I'm sorry for disappearing!" The young dog cried out, feeling as if perhaps she owed responsibility with these canines. Molly didn't want to embarrass herself by not being able to remember Cin's name, that would just be awkward and uncomfortable. Instead, she began to bounce a bit again, looking around them with frantically. "Nida wouldn't happen to be here..would she?" The mutt would ask timidly, seeing as she was the whole purpose for her being here.
Valiria. It was another lovely, early summer day in Yellowstone. The creatures of the wild park were milling about, doing their usual buisness. Valiria was wandering about the neutral areas, avoiding claimed territory, as the resident wolves weren't fans of their canine cousins. The mutt had always felt they were unecisarily aggressive, seeing as their cousins were clearly the superior, evolved versions of themselves. At least, thats what she was raised to think, and therefore it was obviously fact. Anyways, Val was just meandering about, with no particular goal or target, until the scent of a strange pack hit her. Weird, she has never smelled them before. Grantd, she had only been in the are for a few days herself, but she had learned which scents were common and which not. This one, very much not. So, cautiously, and quietly, the husky/dutch shepherd mix approached, watching from the distance. The pack seemed to be battered and bruised, the scent of injury and blood rather strong. What the hell had happened here? Perhaps they could use a bit of assitance. Val trotted forward happily, letting out a bark to announce her approach. Sickle tail hung over her back, but her posture was lax, anything but domineering or threatening, but not submissive eaither. Just friendly, maybe a bit neutral. "Hey." Val called out to whoever would listen. "You guys look like you all may need a bit of help."
Cortés felt his body be nudged by Cin, and in turn, he would take a step back. He looked over the two women as they spoke. It seemed they knew each other from way back when. Either way, he would move off to inspect the rest of his pack, tight lipped and wary for each of them. When he was satisfied with his rounds, he would move to the middle of the area, and plop himself down to watch the girls before him. However just as he was about to sit down, the sound of someone unfamiliar brought him to a stand still. His skull turned, twisting until he could view the dark female off yonder. A friend of this...Molly person? Either way, he wasn't happy with it. His family wasn't at their one hundred percent, and thus was not suitable to interact with more than one being at a time. His lips went upward in a silent snarl, but he kept his mouth shut on the speech. Slowly he moved forward toward the girl, his eye pinned upon her own. After a few short feet away, his voice rang out toward his Queen. "La Reina. Is she a friend of your Molly?" His fur bristled slightly, tail lifting to show his annoyance. However he refrained from making any movement until his Queen gave the word.
Drakov: Body was pressed oh so tightly against brother dearest, nub of a tail attempting to curl against his frame but it simply didn't have the length. It hadn't taken long for sleep to waft over him once more, lack of energy and aching frame preventing him from staying concious even if he wanted to. Which, he did! He tried oh so hard to be that watchfull eye over his brother, but it didn't work. Even the rustling of new faces so very close hadn't seemed to stir him. Infact... Drak remained ridiculously passed out until his dreams put him in a panic. Of vile and cruel nature, panting profusely. Muscles twinging and limbs occassionally twitching. After awhile of his restless slumber, eyes would finally jolt open. A harsh intake of breath recieved and forcing him to gag out a cough. Nose immediately went to sniffing across Vad's frame, nudging the male to coax life out of him had he not already stirred.
Vadimir being in the water had done wonders. Drak's body so near assured he did not chill, and thus he was able to sleep far deeper than... than quite possibly ever before. He was reluctant to rise, even when Drak's mental terrors caused him to bump and shift in odd places along Vad's anatomy. But, hey! He'd have it no other way. Not like he could react much, given his curent state of health. Tiny fish had come to nibble away the dead flesh between his pawpads, though quickly swam away when Vadimir began to rustle at Drak's urging. Bleary eyes would open, shifting between Drak to everyone else. What, what the.... Vadimir closed his eyes and gave a sigh of defeat. Whatever. They were a magnet for other canines, just accept it and move on brah. Slowly he'd try to rise, pausing as his body shrieked in protest, before attempting to ease his body out of the water and back onto dry land. With Drak at his side, of course, to whom he'd give many licks and nipping nuzzles to his face. Thank Vadimir goodness for small miracles, was all he could think. Having his sibling on his back, he had been painfully aware of each heartbeat. How it would strengthen, weaken, wax and wane like the flight of the errant moon. It had terrified him, and even now with Drak seemingly well and dandy. Vadimir stuck to his side like glue, not caring if the clingy-ness would wear upon big brother's nerves. He'd almost lost him again... and he couldn't bear a world without Drak. He'd barely survived the first time. Though his fever heavily reduced, faint shivers still perferated his form, and when he cast a look to everyone present, he didn't bother to try and take a more domineering stance. Now just wasn't the time for it. He couldn't have managed it even if he'd wanted to.
Cinnema remembered the girl but only slightly, for she had never really interacted with her. She merely knew that Nida had taken to her well, and then she'd disappeared! But she did remember the submissive nature the girl had. Her head shook and she did relax at Molly's nervous response, knowing there was likely no threat in her. "It wasn't exactly your fault, dear. Nida?" Head tilted and she'd turn to look around. Perhaps Nida was out, or curled up in the log. "She's around here somewhere, though I wouldn't advice bothering her.. We've all been through a lot just recently. Be careful if you're going to be in the area." It was the least she could do to warn her that they were all on edge. As she was speaking she didn't notice the stranger off in the distance approaching until she spoke. Attention snapped over to the mix, staring. As Cortes called out to her, she shook her head. "Not that I know of." Voice flat and wary, almost encouraging him to go on and investigate. Cin's head would turn at the sound of movement where the brothers were, seeing them rise. "Take care of that, Cortes?" Not giving a second glance and trusting that he would, she'd trot over to the big marshmallows and offer them each nudges and licks, moreso focusing on Drak. "Are you alright?" asked of both of them, for they seemed in a worse condition than she. Yes, she'd decided, the moment she got an opportunity and was sure they were okay for a bit, she was leaving to hunt for everyone. Even with sore, healing feet, she would try to care for them.
Shelter looked to the male with a weary eye, watching as he retreated to take care of other business. In fact, she watched all that was happening from afar. Others began to stir about and that definitely made Molly nervous. Soon the mutt would begin to tremble ever-so slightly, just enough that it was barely noticeable. Two of these faces she felt as if she had seen them before, perhaps..maybe.. but the others? No way. None of them though was the one she so helplessly looked for. Her attention returned to Cin as they spoke and Molly only nodded. "Thank you.." she'd say before taking a step closer. Oh, Nida wasn't feeling well? This was no good.. "Uhm, do you mind if I stay..at least until Nida is available?" She took their warning to heart but with knowledge of the wolf being here and apparently none of them were feeling too fresh, she felt it was her duty to be by her friend!
Valiria watched as the wounded pack seemed to stir to life. They were in some sort of state indeed. Violet eyes watched as a scared dog approached her. He seemed to adress a wolfmix as queen. Queen? That inferior creature? No way, her nameless father would've shown her where her place was. Most certainly not as a queen. Bah. Taking note of his displeased attitude, and lack of anyone properly adressing her, Val parked her rump. "I mean no harm." she reassured the man. Young gal wasn't as mentally inclined to attack anything that moved, yet. Others in the territory may have suited themselves to attack the weakened pack, but she wasn't one of them. "You lot look like you're in some sorts. Thought I could help out." Her curled tail wagged a bit, a gesture to reassure them of her friendly intentions.
Cortés's didn't bother looking toward his Queen. The issue was silent, but as clear as day. Cortes would then smile, pumping up his body to resemble that of a relaxed individual. His body posture lowered from it's heightened sense, and took on a more casual outlook. "I see." He'd step forward, despite the woman before him taking on a seated position. Cortes would continue on until he was mere feet from his desired location. "Señorita, you have un momento to listen what I have to say." He stepped forward, his demeanor confident. "We are well. I thank you for your attention and wishes of aid." He lowered his skull a bit, and continued. "I do not speak for all of Vechnyy. This is not my place to do so." He continued another step, almost as if he were invading the woman's space. "If you wish it, I shall show you our strength. Turn tail, lest you wish to live in peace without injury." Vechnyy in Cort's eyes was still a mighty entity, despite the battered presentation they depicted. They were fierce bloodied warriors. Presenting others as weak individuals was something Cort did not want to do. He was willing to lay down the law if his superiors so wished it.
Drakov: Attention, those mostly focused on Vad, had finally stabilized enough to catch note of all the conversing going on behind. Head was low, pressed into brothers side to inspect and tend to wounds as brother rose from his slumber, though he damn near paused and curled lip when things started to click bit by bit. He'd been far to out of it, one track mind at the momment. Which wasn't his usual go about things but his lack of energy made it near impossible to do more. Though instead of pausing his care taking, gaze shifted to settle near Vad's, ear tufts twitching to the conversation. Well... Recent events might have fucked them royally up the ass in terms of physical health, but.. It seems the rest of the group were stepping up to par. To put his trust in his pack, to know they were keep things steady, keep bitches in there place if ever both Tsar's were not around. Thus far it just felt like baby-sitting, but no. They were most definately growing. Rather than intervene in the slightest, or even given his two cents, he straight up avoided looking there way all together. Focusing instead on the carcass from earlier that morning. Another lick was bestowed to brother, before male trotted over to the mangled mess to fill his tummy. Well. Fill it as much as was neccessary, before stuffing away enough to supply his brother. Still limp and sore as fuck, Drak would shuffle back to Vad's side and flop down. That same hacking sound he'd begun to do earlier repeating it'self. Only this time he actually spat something up. Filling his maw, so that tongue could roll out chunks of meat to lick into Vad's lips. Eat bitch. As the pale bastard licked away at brothers chops to encourage him to eat alittle something, Cin's approach caught him off guard. Tongue flicked out across his teeth, flinging a bit of the regergitated slop out as he did. "Da.. I sink so.." The thought mulled over in his head, as sights shifted back to Vad. Better fucking be anyways. PFFT.
Yusef hobbled back into the area. Where had he gone?! They were in a new placem unfamiliar territory--and yet, the little warrior had ventured out. He came back, dragging his feet...and dragging along with him a skinny hare. He silently pulled it it into two pieces, and placed one piece in front of Drak and another in front of Vad. EAT DADDIES. DADDIES PRZ. GET BETTER NOW.
Vadimir leaned into Drak's tender care, temporarily shielding his face from view as he pressed it into siblings thick neck fluff, ears placed snugly against his skull. So uncomfortable. So unhappy. And yet... he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. A relief he'd never really known before. The relief of not being alone. Drak didn't count in this, of course. They were two halves of the same blade. But to have others, NOT Drak. That he knew he could depend on. Odd, but comforting. Cinn's approach drove Vad to forsake his hiding place, and though he didn't have it in him to smile or focus much energy into it, he did give a nuzzle and preen one of the Queen's ears. When Drak stepped out of Vad's shadow to pursue food, Vadimir would finally gaze in greater depth just what was going down.from the looks of it, Cortes was handling yet another stranger. And there was a... doggy, who seemed on good terms with Cinn. Brow quirked, but he made no mention to either stranger. Not for now, at least. His sole priority was Drak's well-being. "Better, after zat dip in ze vater." He'd murmur toward Cin, looking about for other familiar faces, only to find them absent over passed out. "Who iz zat?" He'd ask, limping to where Drak lay munching on the carcass. The question of course was geared toward Cinn, who appeared to know Molly, though he couldn't fathom how. Vad would give a mild start when Drak began to spoon feed him. There was a moment of grumbling. He didn't want to appear anymore helpless than he already was. But... sigh. He was hungry. And now that he no longer felt as if his limbs and stomach were on fire. Eating was a far less hellish prospect. Vadimir bites would be taken, careful to avoid knicking Drak's gums, savoring the lovely french kiss of delicious partially digested food and saliva. Best remedy meal in dah world. He'd pause mid swallow to look at Yusef, who Vad would bend down to ruffle his fur and coat his face in bits of meat and spit. "Zank you, mine zon." He'd say, trying to keep the fatigue out of his voice. But really, who was he kidding? The Kings were shit tired.
Cinnema did turn her head to hear the words that were called after her by the long-lost but returned dog. "Yeah, go ahead, Molly. Nida will be so happy to see you," said with a slight smile before turning to the tired out boys. Vad preening her ear was responded to with a smile, while she looked over them both. They were a mess, well, they all were, but. It just made her feel the need to pick herself up faster that much more. "Good.. Take all the time you need." Slightly tender look thrown in Drak's direction, she shook herself and looked over to Molly at Vad's question, who had then backed out. Probably cuz they were such a big pack. Queen's gaze went to look at Cort and the stranger, before she'd pad to Drak again and give him a lick atop his head before venturing out to go see if she could scout the area and find more food.
Valiria. Head cocked as the male approached her. His advances, threats, and insencere friendliness didn't phase the young gal. Perhaps it was ignorance, though more likely it was her cockiness and lack of care for social norms the wolves she resented held dear. He was saying so many things, and Val didn't care to hear them. All she got out of it was that this guy was cranky, and probably exhausted. They all were by the looks of it. Yet they insisted on maintaining their pride in refusing her assistance, which Val found admirable. She liked this group already, a bucnh of strong warriors who wouldn't let anything get them down. At least, this is what the yearling was assuming of them, and Cort's words. So, gal hopped up, and leapt forward, aiming to give the cranky male a cheeky lick on the nose before hopping away. "I'll bring something back. I'm sure you lot are feeling peckish!" And with that, the mix would walk off happily, unless she was pursued.
Cortés blinked a tad at the sudden lick. He didn't know what to do at the sudden action of affection. He'd watch as the girl ran off with promises of food. Perhaps if and when she returned, he would show the girl just how friendly they really were. In the end, Cortes would roll on back toward the middle of the group, and pass out.