Blaze sighed and turned back towards the pack's camp. "If you haven't come to have someone check your wounds in five minutes, I'm sending someone to check on you." Walking back up to the camp, Blaze turns to see the Alpha making sure the rest of the wolves involved in fighting off the invading pack. So many unnecessarily wounded made him mad, but he couldn't do anything about it. Turning away, he goes off to find more food, the wounded would need to keep their strength up."

Starlight walked to the lake letting out a whimper as the water touched her wounds. She just needed to clean her wounds then sleep it off that's all. They were just dumb cuts that's all. She sat in the water till she felt her body go numb and ran/limp out of the lake and under the tree. The water was cold still but it felt nice too. She curled up after shaking the water off her body. She knew the pain would come back when her body isn't numb anymore

Rhadamanthys let lose from parted jowls a satisfied snarl. His muzzle was streaked with blood, the remnants of a recent kill. Oh how his belly had yearned for sustenance, and finally got what it so carnivorously craved. He arched his neck forward, and his incisors expertly tore away fur from flesh to expose the taut and life-expanding flesh beneath. He lost control, bloodlust overtaking him-- he had not eaten in what felt like eons. Rhada placed a large, black forepaw against the ribcage of the carcass he gorged himself so hastily upon. With a better grip and his thick, dull nails applying so pressure, he jerked his head viciously backwards and tore away another succulent piece. A wry smile crossed his feature soon after, prideful of such a kill. He chewed thoughtfully, his throat rumbling in low, content tones. Rhadamanthys tossed his head back, gulping down one last juicy morsel-- and went off to look for his mate. No wolf should have to share or horde such a feast without their love. Viam will be pleased. The large, bulky male drew his shoulders back, rolling them, his muscles stark despite being covered in thick fur. An audible pop was heard and he stood, swinging his forelegs forward and he propped himself up on all paws. Aware and knowledgeable of his surroundings, he loped toward where he last had seen Chtalviam in confident, large strides. His large forepaws left behind conspicuous prints, and his weight caused him to sink into the snow. But he did not mind, Rhadamanthys was built for this weather. Long limbs to support him, instincts to guide him, fur to warm him in the most ridiculous of weather. His feet directed him through the darkened copse, the sky sheltered from his icy blue gaze with the canopy of pines overhead. His ear flicked absentmindedly to the side, hearing the call of a crow who had found his kill and seemed ecstatic. But he did not mind, there would be plenty left to feed the both of them; Viam and he, so he did not worry. As he traveled he distinguished a different smell from all the others.. one he was not familiar with. Strange and foreign. Then, coming to a realization, a rumble that seemed to start in his very being was heard and bubbled to his throat and and danced precariously on his tongue before exiting his open jaws. Rhada released a snarl so malicious, the crow he seemed to have left behind a bit ago, cowed and flew away in terror. What was the cause? Another pack encroaching upon their lands. Rhadamanthys was not pleased. His hind legs propelled him more fastidiously now through the darkened wood, aspiring to find his mate faster to tell him the terrible news. He, more temperamental than Rhada would more than likely be enraged. But they must be tactful. Wait, even. Their numbers were small, only a pair. They would need to grow to take on a pack of unknowable size. His nostrils flared in annoyance, and his eyes narrowed as he continued to trek forward to the dens. What he exhaled poured endless from his nostrils; billowing out of his nose and panting breath in columns of malignant steam.

Chtlaviam- (jk thats really difficult sorry guys, lets just call him Viam) rose from his bed of brambles. The fur on his back, coming out in tufts thanks to the change of seasons, was unkempt and matted. How long had he been asleep? He looked about for his mate- however he could not see his dark companion anywhere. A deep sense of loneliness settled over the canids heart and, as no one was around to see his weakness, he lowered his head and whined. He missed his mate and he wondered where he could be. When, exactly, was the last time he saw him? The umber wolf could not remember. In fact the rest of his thoughts were blurred and sluggish- what was wrong with him? He blamed his sleep- he felt as if he had been asleep for a long time. How incredibly morbid, he thought as he set out in search of Rhada, that I cannot recall anything. It made him angry. Feeling hopeless wasn't his thing. He breathed heavily, the night air visibly curling about his nostrils and spurting out in disgust as he laced his way through the skinny trees. His territory seemed familiar to him; he was aware of the trees that guarded his home and the now growing spruces of spring. Warmth was a far away concept to him, it seemed, as he felt only the cold night air of now and not the sun of tomorrow. Yesterday he was with Rhada and warmth was a familiar thing. Now he was only cold and accompanied by the naked, black trees. He was aware of the moon over head but he did not _enjoy_ it. In fact he found more solace in the darkness about him. Endless and aimless pathways where they trees blocked out the moons light taunted him. Rhada could be over here, or over here, no he could be over there, or behind you. Without a sense of direction but determined to keep going the wolf chose at random. His tattered and small ears pointed up suddenly as the trees broke away suddenly. He came upon a small pond, surprisingly not thick with ice. It was still, however, and seemed tranquilly pure. Was he thirsty? Viam licked his lips, his dark purple tongue passing through the holes in his teeth as he did so, and he decided that he was. He lowered his head and was about to drink we he stopped himself- for he saw a horrid creature in the pool. Bristling he pulled away with a craggily growl. An ugly fish, a disgusting creature from beneath the surface! How dare it scare him so. He edged toward the water and peered into the still pool again. The beast peered suspiciously back at him and he growled. It growled back. He bore his toothless warning sneer and it gave one in return. Mocking me! He realized and the wolf dashed the water to smack the ugly fish out of the water.. However his paw felt nothing and he was confused. He looked into the rippling waters and found that the fish was gone, and this pleased him. He blinked and then grinned to himself, triumphantly. Settling down by the pool he searched its still unsettled surface for the fish again. How incredibly ugly it was! He recalled. For it had these pale, sad eyes and matted fur. Its nose was twisted to one side horribly and its mouth! Its mouth sported only a handful of teeth! Disgusting abomination, he reflected, and he dropped his head down on his paws. That fish, he soon came to the conclusion, was very much better off dead. Such a disgusting thing... Was alone. All alone. How strange, reflected the wolf, I suddenly feel so sad. Perhaps that the fish and I share this loneliness in common? Yes, perhaps. But how different from a fish was he? This huge forest was but a pond to him like the pond was to the fish. It roamed about in its home quite like he roamed about in his. Others perhaps wished death to fall swiftly upon him like how he wished the same for the horrid creature who he saw in the pond. And he suddenly felt like a fish- a horribly ugly thing, stuck to roam about in his pond aimlessly. "What is wrong with me.." He thought aloud. Agitated he turned away from the pond in search of his dumb mate. The idiot had left him alone with his thoughts... Again.

Starlight felt her wounds start to sting in her sleep which made her eyes snap open and whimper. Her blood blended in with her black fur which made her smile so no one can see. She could only faintly smell the blood which means the blood still spilled from her. Probably only the wound that is on her back from the attack they got. Star looked up at the moon again, she hoped Blaze didn't call anybody. She had a real reason why she didn't want people helping her. She just didn't want to talk about it. Starlight licked the blood off her paws from the people she fought with.

Silver who had been limping silently through the brush with her black ears perked and her silver gaze locked into the unknown rushed forward in a streak of black as a small forest hare foraged among the grass blades and twigs, with a quick snap to its delicate spine Silver limped a few feet away and began tearing off bites as she flopped into the icy half melted snow. She was starved from all the activity and fighting despite her earlier meal, her thoughts drifted to Starlight as she hoped the female had eaten by now, if she hadn't Silver would take her to the medic. Tearing off another bite sized chunk ofn meat she swallowed it down, her mind miles away.

Star felt her body go weak which made her feel so tired. She felt her curled body straighten as she just laid down to her side. Star didn't want to sleep at all so she forced her eyes to stay open and stay awake. She could faintly smell of the trees and the wet grass. She could hear the way the trees swayed with the wind and the sound of the water moving. She watched the grass dance with the leaves and the water move in the lake so fast. She felt the dirt on the ground, the feel of the soft grass she was laying on. She just kept thinking of what she smelled, felt, saw,heard but avoided the taste. Since she could still feel the blood of the wolves in her mouth which made her stomach to flips.