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Haku snapped towards the other wolf and growled. "Gaara nd Lexi will defeat you and have their own pack! THey're not stupid and Gaara's already strong enough." His head raised, as his hackles poofed again. "You listen to me. Get the ******** away from my family, and keep your crazy a** out of my territory. Stop threatening my pack, and get the hell away from me." Snapping at him, he would then growl. He hated having to act like this, but he would not stand for Fea treating Lexi and Gaara like this. And he wondered why they would leave him! Feh!

"Gaara is moe trust worthy than the likes of you, Fea. I'm teaching them how to fight." He would snap, turning in the other direction and bolting towards his back again. "We're fine, he's leaving us alone for now." he would reassure them all with a smile. Glancing to Lexi and Gaara, he would give them a small nod. "Carmen, Lexi and Gaara will take the back for now, I would lik eit very much if you could walk in the middle with Gizmo, Kamali and Aeria." Giving a small nod, he would look away from them, thinking. Feanaro was wrong! Gaara and Lexi were much more trust worthy then he gave them out to be.

((this is my effort of trying to catch up XD ))

His paws touched the snow but his legs gave way, his body landing heavily in the snow, head lolling almost lifelessly to one side, the pup would stare with unfocused golden eyes. The orbs which were usually filled with life were now dull with grief and pain from the events that had occured on their short but eventful journey.

Never in his whole life had Gizmo felt so incredibly sick and disgusted with himself as well as the acts he had seen with his own young eyes.

The journey itself had started well, but then Marble had left. He had admired the adolescent for her strength and bravery in facing that strange monster in the den, and she had left to join another. He hadn't known her long, and their meeting was brief, yet whenever a friend left him he would feel an ache inside. He supposed it was because he got very attached to those who had shown him kindness. He just hoped that maybe one day their paths would cross again, it would atleast be something to look forward to in the future.

Then something had changed, blood...so much blood! He felt as if a hole had been torn into him, as if it was his blood dripping and staining the snow...it was his fault...why had he stood and simply watched?

He would have snarled, whimpered if he wasn't so shocked and disgusted.

He neither showed that he had heard Lexi or gave signal that he felt her washing the blood from his fur. Her voice was slurred as if he he was underwater and her words made no sense. The only thing his ears could hear was the steady drum of blood rushing through his viens.

Why... Why did he leave Sable alone? He should have protected him whether or not he was a good or bad wolf. WHY!?

Finally - from his dry throat - a whimper broke free, his limp body remaining motionless as the bloodied image of his brother flashed through his tormented and distraught mind.

His vision doubled and there was a strange pain in his head as if his soul was being torn from his body and dragged upwards, then finally he raised his head to stare into a blurred face.

Aeria? His voice was croaky and barely audible, and flaring his nostrils he realised this wolf was not Aeria...where was she? Had she left him too? Where were his parents? Surely they were not dead as Sable had sugested...Sable!

His brother...his poor, poor brother torn apart by those beasts that had the nerve to call themselves wolves. What could a pup have possibly done to harm them?! What right did they have to kill him!?

The frames of his vision turned black and he felt his consciousness slipping from him, and with it his sense of sanity...did he want to live now? He had left so that one day he could return to his family and show them how wrong they had been...but now...it was all wasted.

With a dejected sigh, Gizmo let his head fall to the snow with a dull thump, maw hanging open and eyes flickering closed.

The wolf pup had fainted...

(( Poor little Gizzy crying ))

The wolf followed Gaara, for a moment, the picked up Aeria. The faster they moved the better. Watchign Carmen pick up Kamali, he would move at a pace that a normal pup would struggle with. They didn't need anymore diversions, they didn't need anymore stops for a bit. Looking to Lera, he would move up next to her, Aeria in his mouth gently. he was proud of Gaara and Lexi. He was proud of Lera and Carmen.. He was even proud of Gizmo, Kamali, and Aeria. They were a strong pack together. They moved swiftly through the brush, awaiting the time that he would see the cool river ahead.

The unconscious world of darkness offered the pup no haven from his distress and yet at the same time he felt he needed to suffer for what he had done.

No wolf should ever have to stand by and watch his sibling be torn apart by those he called friends, had he done something to anger Gaara and the other? He thought Haku cared about him...but then, no one knew that Sable was his brother. Perhaps if he had not been so ashamed of Sable and admitted their relation to each other than he would still be alive.

This was his fault whether he wanted it to be or not, he may as well have had his jaws wrapped around the pup's neck.

The blackness in his eyes began to hide beneath a layer of crimson until his surroundings appeared to be bathed with blood. A fear rose up in his heart and he whirled round and round trying to find an escape. For with the colour came the deep and putrid scent of wolf's blood, it filled his nostrils and mouth, refusing to let him go.

He tried to move but his paws were frozen in the red abyss beneath him, not letting him escape from it's evil grip. Was he being punished for what he had done to his brother? Would he too, meet the fate his family had or would he be rejected by that too and thrown elsewhere, some place where his name would be forgotten and his memories lost.

A paw nudged at him, but he chose to ignore it, afraid of shifting his line of vision in case it was some ghastly creature coming to taunt him further. Yet it did not relent and continued to tap at him with such vigor that he was sure it was pressing a hollow into his side.

With a whimper he turned, the blood red surroundings seeming to pulse as he locked eyes with his brother. They were no longer the pleading eyes of Sable - begging for forgiveness...to be accepted - but ones of death; dark hollows seeping with the red liquid.

Whispers - so loud that they threatened to deafen him - flooded his ears, causing him to stagger, but his eyes never left those of his dead brother. Your fault, it was your fault. The voices repeated again and again, never faltering in their anger and revulsion.

Gizmo...

His ears perked and it seemed as if the chanting drew back, the soft ring of his name being spoken by another. Yes it was his name, his identity and nothing could take that away.

Who had spoken it? Who spoke it with such kindness that his heart ceased to ache so badly?

The pulsing of the walls around him ceased, and the darkness returned, engulfing the blood within it and leaving him to the silence once more. His heart cushioned from the intense grief by whoever it was who had spoken.

C'mon, pup, wake up

This voice...it tickled his memory but evaded him...who was it? Was it his brother, coming back to take his life as he had taken his? With a shudder he would accept the darkness and embrace it.

Someone out there cared...cared about Gizmo.

Why wouldn't they let him rest? Something was pulling at him to wake up...but the darkness had become comfortable, already he had lost the feeling in his limbs and his body felt warm. It almost felt as if he was floating, his body bobbing up and down as if being dragged in the river's hold...just as his brother had been.

PUP The sound was harsh in his ears but somewhat muffled as if being spoken at a great distance, but to his dismay the darkness already began to fade, a coldness once again gripping him...no! He wasn't ready to return to the bitter embrace of winter, the place of his brother's death.

C'mon, you have to open your eyes! Who was that? Why weren't they letting him sleep? He was so tired and surely a good long rest would do him good, yet even now the darkness had almost faded, leaving him stranded between being awake and asleep, it was a strange feeling indeed.

Gizmo, open your eyes, damnit.. This time the voice was clear and rung sharply in his ears, it was Gaara...why would he care whether he was alive or not? It didn't seem to make any sense. Then with a small jolt the pup's eyes would shoot open, a cry of pain tearing free from his pale throat.

Where was he?

He blinked his blurry eyes, the whiteness of the snow almost blinding him...who was the wolf carrying him? Where was Aeria? Where was Haku? Why was that murdered carrying him? The questions rang painfully through his mind, fast and never ending until he felt that he might pass out once more. Yet he held fast and battled against the feeling...he could not hide from the truth any longer.

He was as much to blame as Gaara...perhaps more.