Wounded and Weary

[Azriel]

Staggering, dripping, bleeding like the undead he wandered home to the den of Azmith. He flopped down in the soft growth and grass to sleep, when he awoke, he would hunt. Until then, he would regain his strength alone. His neck was bleeding but he was sure he would live so long as he remained in wolf form. His human body would have died by now. When he would wake, the wounds would be clotted and he would call his pack to hunt with him, he could not hunt alone like this.

[nicomae]

She emerged smelling his wounds from miles away. "Dear brother, not again." She noticed his wounds were mostly healed already due to his decendance from the goddess. A hunt would help him, but she noticed his calm slumber. "I knew it." she smiled, licking his wounds, "I knew you could control it." She lay beside hm, waiting for him to awaken,

[naomi]

She was not far behind her mother and could tell a hunt was in the future. How fun! Her first hunt, this would be a breeze. Her with her mother and Azriel. Hunting like a real family. She noticed his wounds and Sat down not far from her mother. "When can we go? What happened? Maybe we can go without him?" She got up, pacing excitedly.

[Azriel]

He awoke, wounds mostly healed and stood, fighting off a growl at his sister. He stepped away from her and glared at Naomi's comment. However a hunt is exactly what he needed and exactly what he'd get. He nodded to his sister, knowing she would understand the gesture and let his golden orbs wander. Azzy was missing.

He let out a howl to call her before the hunt, and waited. There was no answer. He growled in the direction of the Dark Clearing. If she was with him....He licked his lips, sowing his teeth a litle, then barked an order at Nicomae. They would hunt without her and he trotted off to the plains.

(continued in "all for one and one without")