don't dream it's over [Tanha]

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Once again, Tanha wandered. Ravenis was growing stronger by the day, and she was certain she was not needed to protect her mother or half siblings. Masyn was ever present, and even Caelum had returned from his own adventures. It seemed as if there would always be part of Mara's litters that were destined to rebel and wander, but somehow they always seemed to return. Perhaps one day Tanha would not, but she was certain that Caelum was perhaps a bit more loyal than her. But she did not bother wasting much time thinking about her half-brother's return. Instead she moved further into the territory to the north of their supposed home. Mara had not officially claimed the lands for the pack, though they had lived there for quite some time uncontested. Perhaps they would claim more as the days went on. Still, she could not bring herself to remain in one place for too long.

It was boring, and the massive female was forced to explore further for entertainment. She could not torture her family, for they were the only wolves that accepted her so far. She had a purpose with them at least, and for the time being that was enough for her. Still, she had lost her previous pets to her inability to focus on anything for a particularly long time, and therefore was alone once more. With a heavy sigh she headed towards the caves she knew all to well, for she had ventured there many times. Today, however, it seemed that they were not vacant. Her mismatched ears perked, similarly odd eyes blinking slowly as she inhaled and studied the scents and sounds ahead.

Perhaps the creature was a wolf, but the stench of decay and perhaps death was heavy on the air. But it was not fresh. The best way she could describe it would have been carrion or scraps from perhaps a week old kill. The smell made her lips curl, showing off her teeth in a look of disgust for a few moments before she picked up the faint sounds of chewing inside. Was the wolf within eating rotting flesh? Why a creature of their stature would do such a thing she could not understand, and immediately she found herself moving forward to reprimand him. Perhaps she knew nothing about him, but that did not mean that anyone of their kind should be allowed to grovel at such a low level without being put in their proper place.

This place, for such creatures, was as a slave. If this male was going to behave like one, she was more than happy to take him back home where he could be of proper use. However, though Ravenis could be cruel and violent at times, they would not allow him to starve to death. With a snort of disgust that accompanied her into the caverns, she pushed into the darkness and let a low growl rumble in her throat. "How has a wolf fallen so low?" The question was rhetorical, for she did not expect an answer from him. Hell, she did not even expect him to know how to talk or communicate at all. Her ears flicked backwards as she spotted him in the shadows, a sad excuse for skin and bone. It truly was a wonder that he was even alive at all. "This world has a greater purpose for all wolves, even those as lowly and worthless as you." She hissed, lifting her lips slightly so that her growl of disgust echoed around them softly.

(Beau)

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She would have likely been upset at the male's words if she had actually cared what he said. But she hardly listened to any sound that came from him, and instead moved close enough so that she stood only a couple inches away. She studied him for a few moments, letting her eyes roam slowly across his matted and bony form. He was truly pathetic, and she wondered what he might have looked like before he had fallen into whatever mess he was now in. Either way, she figured that perhaps Lorelai or one of the other wolves of Ravenis might be able to get him at least strong enough to not be completely useless. But he would owe her and her mother's pack his life. She would ensure that debt was paid in one form or another. The sounds that came from his jaws made her grimace in disgust for a moment before she finally lowered her head and opened her muzzle to grab him by the scruff.

There was seemingly only skin where she closed her teeth down, and when she lifted it took a moment before his fragile frame followed. But still, as she stood easily larger than him, it did not take much effort for her to lift him completely off the ground. It would take this male plus perhaps her entire mother to equal her height alone. He smelled horrible, and she scrunched up her nose and growled at the stench as she turned them both towards the nearby water. When she reached it she dunked him completely into the water, but she did not let go for she knew the current would likely take his thin form away from her in a matter of moments. When she had dunked him perhaps three or four times, she lifted him completely out of the water and turned back towards Ravenis. She should have perhaps checked to see if he was still breathing, but worst case scenario she put him on the edge of the pack's territory to warn loners from trespassing.

It did not take her particularly long to reach the land that Ravenis was in the midst of claiming. She heard her mother's call across the land to say that this area belonged to her, but she did not bother dropping her cargo in order to join in. When they were finally deep enough in the pack's land she unceremoniously dropped him, watching the seemingly lifeless lump fall to the ground at her paws near the edge of a tiny stream. It was close enough to the caverns that she would not have to carry him far to take him inside for shelter, but far enough away that the soon to be mothers did not have to fear anything from him. Not that she assumed he would be strong enough to do anything even if he did spot a stray pup here or there. Finally she sat a few inches away from him and howled, calling to her half brother, or one of the other Cruciatus so that they could take him off her paws for her. She was tired of his stench, and even though she had 'rinsed' him, she still could not rid her nose of it.

(Beau, Namaah)