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It's okee! :3 Mala needs a bear-hug all her own.
In the shaggy female's mind, she was contemplating how to tell her incoming friend all that had happened a few moons ago. It only felt like a day, however, as Malachi's body felt not only heavy from the stored winter fat, but of the physical pain and the grief that shortly followed. The beast's breathing was shallow, face contorted in silent thought. Chocolate and cream body jerked a bit violently in reaction to the touch from the other wolf, not having been in any friendly, physical contact since before the incident.
There was much that Mala wanted to ask of her friend. How she was, how the new pack was doing, and any news she might know of Shawchert, and Orin. The grizzled creature missed them dearly, but since the attack she could not bring herself to leave her cave, let alone travel farther up north towards Cercatori. A long, heavy sigh blew out from her cream colored muzzle, and Mala's green-tinted orbs opened once again, looking up at her friend. "It's.. good to see you.." She managed a small smile, but it was weak... and soon disappeared altogether.
"Crimson Dreams," came the hoarse whisper. "I- it isn't their fault. I trespassed," the shaggy female continued, eyes glazing over. "I was only.. looking for a friend.. Denali. Instead, his mother came... and the pack.." A small 'hnnnggg' vibrated out of the female's scarred throat, her body reacting to the distress of the entire situation. "They attacked.. but they... didn't stop..." The statement bothered Malachi ever since she had the strength to return back to her cave to recover from her injuries. Why.. why did they keep attacking her? Had Denali and that female on the horse not stepped in--
Malachi closed her eyes again, feeling the wetness begin to soak into her fur. "Wh-why didn't they stop, Skye?" She managed to choke out, refusing to move.