WC:439+ - OOC blah would go here
Her friend was still as lifeless and stilted after Jace had tended to her a bit than she had been before and it pulled a sigh from the hybrid. Although she didn't really expect Neela to be fixed in a heartbeat and with so little effort. Her gaze swung around the place Neela called home, no criticism or judging in her eyes, how her friend chose to live was her own business. Their lifestyles were very very basic in the standards of humans, on par with their early ancestors but to a normal uninfected wolf pack, their world was unneedfully complicated, filled with trappings of civilization that did not belong. Jace had met and fought quite a few biased non infected wolves in her time.
The flurry of movement from Grynn brought her attention back to the falcon as she disappeared from sight. Upon this disruption to the silence Jace stood and again looked around the cabin with consideration. Grynn returned momentarily with something clenched between her claws prompting a name from Neela. Upon her gentle prying into who this 'Leon' was, Jace received the answer that he was a son of Neela who had tried at one point in the past to kill his mother. This information greatly disturbed Jace and she hurried to distract Neela from those morbid thoughts, they were unhealthy and causing pain to the collie before Jace's very eyes.
She encouraged her friend to listen to the sound of her voice and to ignore the ragged doll captured in her finger, so follow along with the smooth subtle tones that she would produce for her now. Slipping from English to her native language was a flawless transition, her mother tongue came with always its ease of flow, the words and formations strange to one who was not of Jace's birth pack. The language specific to that one pack and joined to no other. The chant was slow and flowed like a gentle stream on a windless day, it's softness betrayed the true meaning behind the words however, for they spoke not of gentle things but of the glory of battle, the prowess and honor of having the strength to defend ones family from outsiders, the homage paid to the Alpha and War Chief, and as every song or chant did in this timeless culture, gave thanks to the ones who had birthed and raised tall the mighty warriors, the mothers of Denahlii Svinka Tokolra. The name of the war chant would translate into English as Dance of the Blood Moons, referring to a war so savage that the snow had run with rivers of red.
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OOC ending: Jace eventually calms Neela down and gets her to eat some food. After which she washes down the stricken female cleansing her fur before teaching her the graceful dance that accompany s the warrior's chat, further relaxing Neela.