windsong

Depression drove Windsong off the edge, over the cliff and into suicide. Al he ever wanted now was to be with Tahti, to feel her warmth and that enticing smile. All he cared about now was being with Tahti again; the worry of his children was erased from his brain. It was a terrible thing to do, they said those who committed suicide went to hell. But did animals really go to heaven or hell, Windsong didn't know? He hoped his good deeds would write over his bad ideas.

The white male stood at the edge of the high cliff, staring into the stony abyss. Fear cloaked him, but depression took a better control of him. Windsong stared at Requiems River, gaping at it. Windsong hadn't spent a good time here, and what a fine way to spend the last few moments of life. Windsong shuttered, knowing that once he jumped there would be going back. "I love you, Tahti. So much, I have to be with you!" Windsong cried, staring deeply at the stony edges of the canyon.

Death Gaurdian

Death wanted to fight. That damn brothers of him left him. He prowled the canyon when he came upon another that looked like a crazy wolf. he grinened and snuck up as close as possible before lunging for him.

windsong

Death Guardian's stealth was great, and he managed to grab Windsong firmly on the spin. The attack sent dismay into ever ripple of blood inside of Windsong, and he tried to roll back and get away from the canyon side. "Letmego!" Windsong roared, trying to lunge at Death's shoulder, but leaving his throat totally exposed.

Death Gaurdian

Death snarled as the other got his shoulder but saw the neck and dove his fangs straight for it.He wouldn't kill no he liked leaving others to suffer.

windsong & morgun

Windsong's body shut down at Death's fangs sunk in, he was too weak to be fighting.

Meanwhile, Morgun had stumbled onto the land to gather herbs for Heatherheart. Seeing Death, the wolf snarled and ran at her brother full force, trying to get him away from the other wolf. "Let. Him. Go." Morgun snarled haughtily, her fangs barred.

Death Gaurdian

He felt the male stop fighting but then felt a body bang into him and he let him go and snarled.miss nosy, I should kill you for brainwashing my brother!He spoke blaming Morgun.

windsong & morgun

Morgun snarled, hackles raised. "I'm just saving those whom are innocence and fall to your bloody savageness!" Morgun hissed, turning and standing between Windsong and Death Guardian. "Leave, or I'll kill you!"

Gaurdian

He laughed at her.You couldn't kill me if ykou tried Morgun!He laughed but then turned.But i have no time for a petty female

Morgun

Morgun snarled at Death, her fur raised. But as son as she left, Morgun went to work on the male. She did not know who he was, she she had to save him. Immediately she applied different leaves and herbs to them, as many as she could find. Heatherheart had taught her a few, but Morgun did not know if it was enough to save the male. Still, Morgun worked relentlessly. Minutes turned to hour, and day turned to night. Morgun had stopped the bleeding, but the male was feverish. "Comfrey, marigold!" Morgun murmured to herself, as she left to find it.

Three days passed, and Windsong had gotten better. But he was still unconsious. Morgun waited, hunted and tried to find a nearby source of water. A puddle did good, and Morgun knew she'd be able to nurse the wolf to the puddle once he woke up. Morgun waited hours on end, knowing if she left him that someone might find him and take advantage of his state.

Windong woke up though, mind fuzzy and body numb. "Where am I? Who am I? Who are you?"

"I am Morgun, and we are at the canyon. I saved you from my brother...but..." Morgun's body froze as the male questioned himself, "I do not know you, though. It seems like you have amnesia..."

"Do I have a name? Maybe you can make up one?" The white wolf asked.

Morgun thought for a few moments, beckoning the male to eat and drink for the while. She gave him poppy seeds to stop the pain, and she continued to nurse the male. As night fell, she finally spoke up. "Fenrir, after the brave warrior."

"Good, enough," The newly-named Fenrir spoke.

Two weeks passed, then a month, Morgun kept the male hidden from the world and continued to hunt, nurse and care for him. When Morgun knew she could no longer stay away from her family, she departed. Fenrir watched her go, and began to question his past. All he remembered was a image of a coyote, she did not speak nor did she ever seem to look at him. Only her, and no one else. "I must find this coyote! She will tel me about my past!" Fenrir barked, with that, he left the canyon.