Broken Sin, Shattered Life

[Aleakim Selphorian]

Aleakim huffed a sigh of consent, but she supposed it went unheard, as Ikaraas' attention was taken elsewhere. Surprised she had not heard their approach, though she had not been paying attention to her ears in the least bit for the past few moments, Aleakim lay still as they entered the clearing.

Despite their posturing and glaring as they approached, Aleakim could tell they meant no harm - at the moment. It was a wolf thing, though they were no wolves. She'd come to realize something after her previous standoffs, both with Sky Dancer and sometimes her own childer, as well as a few rogue wolves such as the one she'd fought off earlier. Most 'fights' consisted in large parts of bravado - a show, if you will. The remainder was mixed between size, and any previous impression you may have on the opponent (age, a particularly fearsome reputation, or a particularly reputable, fearsome family member.) Some werewolves, such as her father, she was proud to say, could win a battle simply by showing up.

A loud CLUNK told her what had become of what the men carried, but she still had to crack an eye open once more to check. The pack and sword lay on the ground in utter disrespect of their owner's presence. She was tempted to growl at the two as Ikaraas nodded so submissively in their direction, but she sensed that that wouldn't be the thing to do. There was not much of a scent link between these two, and she wasn't sure of the similarities in their features, but again - it was just something she could tell. Maybe not family, but definitely familiar with each other.

Aleakim continued to lay still, perfectly content to sit and dry in the wet grass that now lay beneath her body. She was struggling against the urge to greet the newcomers with a none too friendly growl, but also battling the laziness that suddenly overtook her. Her fur would take hours to dry, and that was in bright sunlight with a warm stone beneath her. She hadn't seen such a day in a depressingly long time. An interesting thought crossed her mind, wondering if they'd even noticed her, and she kept her one eye propped open to wait for the moment when they did. She'd stand up in her own good time, if she felt it was needed. Even if she couldn't answer Ikaraas' questions in this form, she could listen to them after these men left, and then answer them.

Suddenly, yet another idea struck her! It was simply a relation of human to lupine form, but...If she dried her hair as an elf, instead of as a wolf, then wouldn't both forms then have dry hair? She knew it was silly to be thinking of such things, but it was getting ever colder on Maia, and a long, full coat of fur did nothing but harm if it took hours upon hours to dry. A small, wolfish chuckle escaped her throat.