Rhoelyn: Rylana sits and watches the others from the far side of the fire. She mumbles, “Why did I listen?” Another piece of kindling lands in the fire.
Araatris: Something in her pangs with jealousy as Nysse settles against her Alpha’s side to eat dinner. He still snarls every time the girl gets near.
Rhoelyn: She talks to him in that elf language and ignores me. Well, not entirely. Nysse did offer food, Rylana considers as she stares at the plate.
Araatris: But it’s not like she cares. Why would she? Sighing, she takes up her dinner and turns her back to them, but she just rests her chin on her knees.
Rhoelyn: She stares out into the darkness. “Verune told me ah canna even be part of the pack.” She whispers, “Once dey git dun with me…” Rylana droops.
Araatris: Nysse watches the girl, chewing her dinner thoughtfully. There’s no mistaking that posture or the defeated round to her shoulders. She frowns.
Rhoelyn: The huntress glances at Rhese, “You’re angry.” Rhese huffs. Nysse kisses his muzzle, “Me too, but she is a child. Maybe we could guide her.”
Araatris: He snorts, turning his head away and resting it back down, pointedly not looking in her direction. Nysse tugs on his ear. “We should try.”
Rhoelyn: “Can you at least agree not to growl if I have her come over here?” Rhese sighs and looks back at Nysse. “Please?” She scritches under his chin.
Araatris: He leans into her face and snorts one more time, but his acquiescence shows in the way he lays his head down and closes his eyes.
Rhoelyn: She smiles, “Thank you.” Nysse sets her food to the side and walks over to Rylana. She speaks softly, “Would you prefer to eat with us?”
Araatris: The teen can’t help the hope that lights her eyes as she glances up, so she tries to hide it by wiping a sleeve across her eyes. “Ah guess…”
Rhoelyn: Nysse nods, “Come on then.” She turns and doesn’t wait for the worgen. Ry watches her walk stiffly back to the Alpha and then sit with a grimace.
Araatris: The girl bites her lip, bringing her plate with her as she rounds the fire. Her dark eyes warily watch the wolf as she slowly approaches.
Rhoelyn: The wolf raises his head as she steps close. She sits a little more than an arm’s reach away, “Is this okay?” Nysse nods, “It’s fine.” Rhese huffs.
Araatris: Rylana picks at her dinner, silent and edgy, and eventually the wolf lays his head back down. The huntress looks between them with a tiny grin.
Rhoelyn: “I’ll ride again tomorrow so we have a chance to reach the cave.” Nysse leans into Rhese with a yawn. “Then I have to go into the Dream.”
Araatris: “Y’hafta… dream?” The girl wrinkles her nose. “Ah still dinna understan’ why we’re goin’ t’Ursoc’s den. Ah tolja he’s dead’n’gone.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse sighs, “We have to go there because that’s where the veil is thinnest between here and the Emerald Dream. Normally, only druids go there.”
Araatris: The worgen tilts her head. “But y’ain’t a druid. Rhese’s gonna get ya there, somehow?” The huge wolf opens one eye at mention of his name.
Rhoelyn: She bites her lip, “I don’t think so, but Korran didn’t say how to do it.” Nysse strokes Rhese’s neck distractedly. “This is all new to me.”
Araatris: Rylana’s gaze follows Nysse’s hand for a while before she drags it away. “So… so why am ah here? Not like ah’m wanted. An’ ah dunno druid stuff.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress levels her gaze at Rylana, “You had a place, but now you have to earn it back.” Nysse rubs her head, “Bringing you was Korran’s idea.”
Araatris: She looks at Rhese and then back to Nysse. “Ah… ah never wanted ya t’hurt. Ah jes’… the Pack’s all ah know. An’ gettin’ the form is how ya stay.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse closes her eyes, “We would have accepted you without it, Rylana…” When she goes silent, the wolf turns his great head to check on her.
Araatris: “Then, what do ah h-… oh.” The worgen glances up to meet the wolf’s dark eyes, sighing. “She’s sleepin’. Again.” She fetches the blanket.
Rhoelyn: Rhese watches carefully as Rylana tucks the blanket around Nysse and steps back. Rylana hesitates, but lays down out of arm’s reach.
Araatris: Shifting restlessly, she finally turns on her side to find the wolf still watching her. She curls up. “Ah think she’s sick er’sumthin.”
Rhoelyn: He nods and checks on Nysse again. He lays down his head facing Rylana with a long sigh. She sighs, too, “Any meds she can take in’er bag?”
Araatris: The wolf raises his head, his gaze ranging around the camp and the sparse, snowy woods around them. He leans back and noses at Nysse until (c)
Araatris: (c) she shifts enough that he can slip away from her. Rylana watches as he pads toward the trees, sniffing at the ground. He looks back at her.
Rhoelyn: “Ah’ll watch’er.” Rylana sits up, “She’ll worry if she wakes an’ yer gone.” She crosses her legs and faces Nysse. “It’s de least ah can do.”
Araatris: Rhese growls low, a threat in his dark eyes. The girl nods, “Ah know. Ah won’t let anythin’ happen t’her. Ah swear.” Satisfied, he wanders off.
Rhoelyn: It’s several hours before the wolf returns and Rylana has changed to circling the camp in order to stay awake. A vine pouch hangs from his shoulder.
Araatris: He pauses a few steps into the edge of the firelight, glancing back over his shoulder. A growl precedes Tsume as she limps into the light.
Rhoelyn: Tsume slowly moves to Nysse’s front. Rhese growls again and Tsume looks back, then to Rylana. She whines. Ry frowns and kneels by her, “She hurt?”
Araatris: Rhese walks over to the worgen, angling the pouch toward her. His gaze flicks between her and Nysse and Tsume, and he rumbles a low, vague sound.
Rhoelyn: Making the connection, Ry nods, “Ah’ll do it.” She carefully takes the pouch, then she grabs the bandages from Nysse’s bag. “Tsume, right?”
Araatris: Tsume growls at her until Rhese huffs out a short bark. The wolf glances at him before lowering her head submissively to the worgen.
Rhoelyn: Rylana gently checks the smaller wolf’s paw, “It’s not bad.” She treats the wound and wraps it neatly. “There. How’s that feel?” Tsume tests it.
Araatris: As Tsume thanks the girl with a shy nuzzle, Rhese pads over to Nysse and noses at her sleeping form before settling down beside her.
Rhoelyn: Rylana smiles a tiny bit, “Go to her.” Tsume joins the others and curls in front of Nysse. The night elf shifts and wraps her arm around the wolf.
Araatris: Yawning, the girl looks up to find herself once more under the black wolf’s stare. She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, a’course she’s next. A tea?”
Rhoelyn: Rhese nods. Ry sighs. The herbs are pungent and she rubs at her nose often, but after several minutes she manages to produce a cup of tea.
Araatris: She threads her way past the wolves carefully and kneels beside the other woman. “Nysse, drink this. C’mon.” She prods at the huntress.
Rhoelyn: Nysse stirs and blinks at Rylana, “Drink? What am I drinking?” Her knees bump Tsume as she sits up, and her eyes widen, “Tsume! You’re okay!”
Araatris: Thoroughly forgetting the tea, Nysse wraps her arms around Tsume and buries her face in her fur. Rylana sighs and sits back, waiting impatiently.
Rhoelyn: Rhese woofs and gently nudges Nysse. When she looks up, Nysse follows his gaze to the worgen. “Oh sorry. You said something about a drink?”
Araatris: Holding out the cup, the girl says, “Drink it. Ya might wanna do it fast. Don’t smell pleasant, so ah s’pose it ain’t gonna taste good, either.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse’s eyes dart to Rhese as she takes the cup, and at his nod, she downs the drink quickly. She pales and gags, “Ugh! What was that?!”
Araatris: Rylana shrugs. “Damned if ah know.” She yawns widely, showing off her canines. “Th’ Alpha fetched medicine for ya. Since yer feelin’ poorly.”
Rhoelyn: “The other day took a lot out of me. Thank you both.” Nysse glances at Rhese and Tsume, “Why don’t you rest near us tonight? It’ll be warmer.”
Araatris: The girl looks at Rhese. “Ya… ya wouldn’t mind?” The wolf stares at her for a long moment before just turning away and laying his head down.
Rhoelyn: Nysse smiles softly, “Come on. He won’t fuss too much.” She pats the ground near Rhese hindquarters. The huntress caresses his ears casually.
Araatris: Rylana tries not to look too happy as she drags her borrowed bedroll over near them. “Ah’m tired. Ya should get back ta sleep, too, Nysse.”
Rhoelyn: “I will.” Nysse rolls on her side towards his head, leaning against Rhese’s flank. Her fingers tangle in his fur and she nuzzles his side sleepily.
Araatris: The black wolf grumbles deep in his chest, curling his tail around toward her legs. He flicks his ears and closes his eyes with a sigh.
Rhoelyn: Rylana settles into her own bedroll, closer to Tsume. She mumbles to the small wolf, “They’re kinda embarrassin’ t’watch…” She faces away.
Araatris: Tsume snorts and scoots closer to the girl, keeping watch as the rest of them drift off to sleep.
Rhoelyn: When the sun rises, Nysse stretches and yawns. The wolves and worgen rest soundly as she slips away to make breakfast. She hums as she works.
Araatris: After a while, the great wolf opens his eyes, staring at Nysse as she works. He stays where he is, but tension grows in his posture.
Rhoelyn: Nysse scoops out several bowls of the meaty dish. “This should be enough to get us through a long day of travel. Too bad we don’t have eggs, too.”
Araatris: Rhese wakes the others as he gets to his paws, padding over to Nysse. He sniffs at her, jostling her ungently and earning himself a frown.
Rhoelyn: Nysse sets down the bowl and turns to him, “Rhese! What are you doing?” She catches and cradles his head in her hands, “Is something wrong?”
Araatris: The black wolf pulls back from her touch. As Tsume and Rylana approach, curious, he brushes past her, circling toward the far side of the fire.
Rhoelyn: The elf’s brow furrows. She pauses and speaks to Ry, “I fixed breakfast for you. I’ll check on him.” Nysse stands and follows the wolf, “Rhese?”
Araatris: He paces to the edge of the trees, pausing there with an attentive posture for a moment before turning back to her. He waits expectantly.
Rhoelyn: She looks at the trees, “I’ll follow or ride, whichever you wish, but we really should be heading to the cave. I’m supposed go to the Dream.”
Araatris: The wolf tilts his head at her. He pads back over, brushing against her slightly as he circles her. Ry steps up nearby, carrying her bowl.
Rhoelyn: Sighing, Nysse looks at Rylana. “I wish I could just talk to him.” She brushes her hand over his back. “Maybe we should head to the cave now.”
Araatris: The girl shrugs, watching him walk around restlessly. “Looks confused, ya’ask me. Is that surprisin’? Jes’ eat. He ain’t gonna leave his Pack.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse takes the bowl from the girl, “It worries me because he has before.” She stands and eats quickly, watching Rhese as if he might disappear.
Araatris: “Ya still got a lot ta learn.” Ry pats her on the shoulder and turns to start erasing the signs of their camp, leaving Nysse to fret by herself.
Rhoelyn: Rylana takes Nysse’s bowl when she finishes, “Git yer bag and git settled on Alpha.” The huntress frowns, but picks up her pack and walks to Rhese.
Araatris: She rubs his neck, watching him as she circles around to his face. “I need to get up, Rhese.” When he doesn’t move, she repeats it in Darnassian.
Rhoelyn: “Please, beloved.” The wolf tilts his head as if thinking, then suddenly roots shoot out the ground and set her on his back. She yips in surprise.
Araatris: The great wolf waits until Ry and Tsume step up, then he turns toward the woods. Nysse pats his neck. “Not that way. Rylana, you need to lead.”
Rhoelyn: Rylana nods and sets off at a jog, making sure that both Tsume can keep up and that the Alpha was following. She slowly increases to a run.
Araatris: The day passes with fast travel. They only pause when the black wolf strays from his worgen’s guidance and for a brief rest at mid-day.
Rhoelyn: Nysse calls out as they break into the clearing, “Let’s make camp right inside the cave.” She mutters, “Not that I know what to do next…”
Araatris: Rhese pads up to the cave entrance, calmly looking around. He pauses and lays down to let Nysse slide off, resting his head on his paws.
Rhoelyn: She pats him and stares into the cave. “There’s a little light. A peek couldn’t hurt.” Nysse steps in and pauses at the odd feeling in her stomach.
Araatris: From its humble entrance, the bear god’s den quickly opens up into a big space. Back farther, a section is open to the sky through a long crevice.
Rhoelyn: Nysse follows it back to the crevice and kneels. Setting her gloves aside, the huntress leans and presses her palms against the rocky floor.
Araatris: There’s a soft green light that glows where she touches the stone, and when she pulls her hands away, it clings momentarily. She can feel Korran.
Rhoelyn: She mumbles, “This feels right.” Her gaze goes to the cave opening and she calls out, “Rylana?” The worgen pauses in her preparation of the camp.
Araatris: “Yeah?” The girl comes over, glancing past her at the cave. “Y’know what ta do, yet?” Tsume pads over to press against Nysse’s leg.
Rhoelyn: The huntress ducks her head and rubs Tsume’s ears, “I feel like I do, but I think I’m going to fall asleep. Would you be willing to watch over me?”
Araatris: She gives a brief nod. “O’course. Ya can count on me, Nysse. Ah swear.” Rhese steps up, looming quietly over her shoulder. “Ah really swear!”
Rhoelyn: Nysse tilts her head up with a nervous smile, “I believe you.” Her laugh is shaky, “I guess I shouldn’t delay.” She places her hands down once more.
Araatris: The magic rises against her hands… and that’s all. Nysse closes her eyes, but she doesn’t feel much except that stronger connection to her wolf.
Rhoelyn: “Korran… what am I supposed to do? I’m here, but… nothing’s happening.” Nysse mumbles, trying to focus, but finding herself thinking about Rhese.
Araatris: The black wolf steps into the cavern, and his pawfalls darken the rock, dimming the light when he pads by her hands. He pauses behind Nysse.
Rhoelyn: Nysse continues to talk softly, but urgently, “Please. I have to help him. I have to help Rhese.” Her hands clench and her eyes squeeze shut.
Araatris: Rhese leans down and nuzzles against her neck and cheek, earning them both an eyeroll from Rylana. She turns away, her gaze landing on the packs.
Rhoelyn: The huntress squeaks, “Rhese!” She twists and grabs at him for balance. Rylana ignores them and walks over to open Nysse’s pack, “Ah wonder…”
Araatris: She rummages in the pack, coming out with a stoppered bottle and a tranquilizer dart. After a quick sniff at the bottle, she turns. “Hey.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse looks away just as Rhese licks her cheek, “Huh?” The worgen holds up the bottle. “Ya said ya needed t’sleep, right? Would this help?”
Araatris: “Oh…” Extricating herself from the wolf’s attention, the huntress walks over and takes the bottle. “That’s a good idea. Can it be that easy?”
Rhoelyn: Rylana shrugs, “Dunno. Ya might jes’ git a nap. Ah’m sure the Alpha wouldn’t mind ya sleeping wit’im.” She grins wolfishly at Nysse’s blush.
Araatris: The night elf clears her throat, takes the tranquilizer dart as well and heads back to where Rhese waits in the cave. “A nap might be okay, too.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse sits near the wolf, “Let’s rest, love. We had a long day.” Rhese settles around her, his tail curling about her again like a blanket.
Araatris: She rubs his flank soothingly before stabbing the tranquilizer dart into his paw, prepared when he yelps and growls at her. “No,” she scolds.
Rhoelyn: Rhese whines and Nysse soothes him, “It was necessary. Don’t worry. I’ll be sleeping, too.” She uncorks the bottle and upends it into her mouth.
Araatris: Rylana and Tsume watch as the two of them grow droopy. The great wolf lays his head down, and Nysse sinks back against his fur.
Rhoelyn: Rylana sits and watches the others from the far side of the fire. She mumbles, “Why did I listen?” Another piece of kindling lands in the fire.