When Shall We Feast?
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Sorry for the wait everyone! Wasn't quite sure how to deal with Yisk being under healing house arrest lol


In the past few days the woman had been trying to rest and heal as best as she could. Sadly her nerves were driving her up the wall. She got stir crazy rather quickly, and today was no different. Awaking early enough not to see the sun yet, she tried to find a way of getting out of the house without hurting herself. Sadly it seemed her body was not ready for it yet. Frustrated she sat around the Jazper's place trying to cure her bordem.


She read some things here and there, got bored. She made food, ate, got bored. Finally she resorted to exploring. There wasn't much, it was a nice little place filled with old things left by the humans. She saw many ferocious-looking weapons and silver and gold items that looked so very strange to her. She gently laid her hands on one, a slender looking silver item with many wholes and intricate pieces on it. However, in fear of braking the seemingly-fragile item, she took her hand away.


That was when she heard the call. She looked out the window, unsure of what to do. She knew it was Jazper. He was the alpha male and one of the ones only to have such a call with such purpose. Snorting she went to the door, interested in following the call. Only when she had her hand on the knob did she pause. Why should she answer the call? She wasn't part of this pack and wasn't really even sure why she would want to do such a submissive thing as come to the musketeer's call. She chuckled alittle at her new name for the dominant male. However....He did want you to stay and heal....So going out there and goofin off would be defying him...wouldn't it? She thought the excuse to make her feel better.


Finally sighing, she opened the door and stepped outside, saying that it was because she wanted to defy him, and not to go to him. Shaking her head she very slowly made her way towards the call, telling herself in her mind that it was the only good thing to do around here, and not because she secretly didn't mind seeing him. Yiska made her way slowly, so as not to re-open her wound.As the woman arrived on scene she realized she was one of the last one's to arrive. Feeling strangely outed she decided to stay near the outskirts of the pack and observed what the comanding male wanted.


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