danju

as the gray wolf came limping to one of the streams waching for a threat seing nonehe mad his way slowle to the water thar he drank and washed the split in his side being carful not to dsted the water this done he ladown bi the wter and wathed for fish so he might snath a bite before he needed to move

Magick

From her low position the huntress watched the lupe, her bodice basicly unmoved from when she firts came here to rest. Her stomach growled, a need to eat evitable and yet she didn't dare move. Her side still hurt, and a wrong move wouldn't help her now. So she simply watch the brute, as a form of entertainment. She wished no conversation, nor help in catching a meal, just something to atke her mind from her hunger and pain.

Skittles

It had been a good amount of time before the male had come to see the fae, in fact it would be the first. Since the fight at the farm, he had been off with his sister. But since he hadn't smelt the fae whom had helped him, he had set out to look for her. As he found her skinny form he was in shock. he had figured she would have been good enough to hunt alone, he had been wrong. So quickly the male headed towards the water, skillfully leaping into the water at the fight sight of fish. He caught one right in his jaws, carrying it quickly to Magick, then then released the crature. It was small, but had enough meat to give her some strengh. He was un aware of her current state, but he was worried.

Magick

The fae lifted her dial, finding the scent of Skittles in the air. He was one of the lupes she would accept aid from. As he offered the fish she quickly devoured the creature, leaving only a few small pieces of tail. She had been hungrey and this was not enough to feed her hunger.

It had been a few good weeeks since the attack, and it was time to attempt agai. Her side was still sore, and of course would be for the next couple of weeks, months even. But if she could walk they would move somewhere safer. So as her peds struggles to get a grip on the earth she stood, legs wobbling , her skinny form showing, yet she stood.

Skittles, Fajebin, Whisper

Skittles watched her, keeping his comments to himself as he watched her stand. She was to weak, it was obvious. But what else was obvious was that she needed more food, which could be obtained at the ranch. His bod turned as he tensed abit, smelling his brother, and the scent of human.

Fajebin rushed in, his muscles visable beight his pelt. Both his chest and sholder had healed well, and he was back to be with his family. Upon seeing his brother with Magcik, the young fae who had helped with the fighting earlier, he snicked, bod slowing as he neared him. "What is this brother?" He ment the situation. It was his way of teasing.

Skittles glaredd at Fajebin, looking to the wobbly Magcik for awheile before opening his trap. "For your information it so happens as Magick helped me keep my life by risking her own. We were just about to head to the ranch. I was thinking a few cattle would do, or sheep. Whichever catches her fancy." With this said he was once more on alert, finding Whispers scent on a passing breeze.

The huntress of the family eneterted the area, takingher time and slinking close tio the ground. She had heard the last of Skittles words, and had come with news that would help him. As she appeared before them her steel orbs watched them, jaws parting. "The ranch family as left their home, for now. I believe some of their pets still roam there, as well as their live stock, lets attack the area and take out as much of their food source as possible." There was a pause weher the silence swept past them, and again Whisper spoke. "I'll take the barn. I can handle the chickens and horses and any dog which attempts to stop me. Keep n ear open for my howl if I happen to need help. Skittles, you, Fajebin and Magick take the sheep field. If any others come to aid you can sort out who heads to the cows. I really don't care." With that her limbs carried the goddes out, she wanted a good start on her hunting.

Magick

Magick watched the situation, paying attention to the words spoken. Even in her weakened state she yerned to go out and kill. And as Whisper left, she followed suit. She would split off to head to the sheep field soon after.