12-06-2011, 09:16 PM
Though her wounds were healing it was still trouble for the small luperci to climb into her lofty tree den, instead she had opted for staying in the mansion with Helotes until she had fully recovered. The smallest of the clan members had buried herself under pelts and blankets that day and for once she was shirking on her duties. She had slept most of the day away, promising herself that tonight she would scout across the lands and perform the duties appointed to her by their leader. She had just poked her tiny nose out from the blankets when the call on the wind caught her attention. She untangled herself from the blankets and furs and frowned. Ezekiel hadn't called a pack meeting before since she joined, she wondered what it was for, though a small voice argued that she probably already knew.
Zana had met the second in command once and while the woman had seemed fine enough she didn't have the same driving fire inside her that Zana saw when she gazed upon Ezekiel. She had realized in the last few patrols that the scent of their subleader had faded away to nearly nothing across their lands. While this had perplexed her she was merely Ezekiel loyal servant and until then she wouldn't question what she didn't know for a fact within the clan. The small woman sighed, knowing that if it was chilly in the room that it would be worse so outside. She grumbled to herself as she tied the paws of the wolfpelt cloak about her slim shoulders, the scartissue pulling tenderly at the deep puncturewounds. She winced at the pain but merely shook her ringlet mane of strawberry blonde curls out from under the hood before she scampered off to Keana's room to see if grandmother was awake and on her way.
She didn't stay long with the elder Lykoi as the woman's sharp tongue reminded her she wasn't dead yet and she defineatly wasn't deaf. Zana just grinned wolfishly at her grandmother and let the sharp words roll away as she let the elderly woman move to join the meeting at her own pace. She wouldn't belittle the woman's pride by hovering underpaw the whole time. The tiny hybrid woman gave up and went on ahead to the meeting, knowing Keana would follow at her own pace.
Lilac orbs observed the strange crew that was present already. Ezekiel and Max she knew quickly, but the others were strangers, not really something surprising as she had been wounded and slow at her duties as of lately. Myrika she knew only because her rank dictated it so, the others Zana was a ghost to, but she preferred it that way right now. Who needed to know just who the spy was when by definition they should remain incognito.
She padded across the field and came to a rest beside one of the logs near the fire. Bowing slightly to her leader the small woman curled herself up before the fire and tucked her small frame under the wolfpelt cloak, waiting and watching, wondering just where Helotes was, and what they were called together for just now. She hoped they wouldn't have long to wait as she could already feel the aching of the cold biting at her healing scars.
Zana had met the second in command once and while the woman had seemed fine enough she didn't have the same driving fire inside her that Zana saw when she gazed upon Ezekiel. She had realized in the last few patrols that the scent of their subleader had faded away to nearly nothing across their lands. While this had perplexed her she was merely Ezekiel loyal servant and until then she wouldn't question what she didn't know for a fact within the clan. The small woman sighed, knowing that if it was chilly in the room that it would be worse so outside. She grumbled to herself as she tied the paws of the wolfpelt cloak about her slim shoulders, the scartissue pulling tenderly at the deep puncturewounds. She winced at the pain but merely shook her ringlet mane of strawberry blonde curls out from under the hood before she scampered off to Keana's room to see if grandmother was awake and on her way.
She didn't stay long with the elder Lykoi as the woman's sharp tongue reminded her she wasn't dead yet and she defineatly wasn't deaf. Zana just grinned wolfishly at her grandmother and let the sharp words roll away as she let the elderly woman move to join the meeting at her own pace. She wouldn't belittle the woman's pride by hovering underpaw the whole time. The tiny hybrid woman gave up and went on ahead to the meeting, knowing Keana would follow at her own pace.
Lilac orbs observed the strange crew that was present already. Ezekiel and Max she knew quickly, but the others were strangers, not really something surprising as she had been wounded and slow at her duties as of lately. Myrika she knew only because her rank dictated it so, the others Zana was a ghost to, but she preferred it that way right now. Who needed to know just who the spy was when by definition they should remain incognito.
She padded across the field and came to a rest beside one of the logs near the fire. Bowing slightly to her leader the small woman curled herself up before the fire and tucked her small frame under the wolfpelt cloak, waiting and watching, wondering just where Helotes was, and what they were called together for just now. She hoped they wouldn't have long to wait as she could already feel the aching of the cold biting at her healing scars.