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Subliminals abdominal growled menacingly. With the grumble gradually transitioning into a sharp pain, his incisors overted as shasms sacaded toward the artic pigmented femme as if she were a feast again. Unsure of what to do, he rested his frame upon the dead-like foliage, tassle coiling firmly against his flank.

Sensing yet another wolf who seemed to have an interest in their reasoning, he peered over his flank and inhaled the scent. Please.. Attack.. He thought contently, smirking a bit pondering over his stalking feast if any such action will arise.

A subtle thump against what seemed to be birch redirected his attention toward Scarlette yet again. "Is everything okay?" he asked curiously, determining her uneasiness by the mere expression and if she'd to become hostile.

Jet was still following the two, when the white wolf stopped. What's going on? I know they're hungry, but..... Another wolf? Jet sniffed the air, wondering where the new wolf was. It was ahead of them, right next to the three wolves. Wasn't there a human there? Jet got really confused then. She was wondering what had happened to the human. Wait... Could it be that I mistook the new wolf for a human? How could that be? Jet shook her head in frustration. She frowned at the thought of her sense of smell being off. That's not possible... Still in her own thoughts, she jumped when she heard a thump. H'mm? Oh, the white wolf.

Both wolves were having a conversation. What are they talking about? "An easy kill." Ah. Arctic mix wants to kill new wolf. Why? Jet was now pondering why the white wolf would want to kill the new wolf. She didn't see anything dangerous about the new wolf. Perhaps she's driven to madness by hunger. Shall I go and talk to her? Jet thought there was no need for violence, so she walked on over to where the white wolf was.

Nodding her head in agreement she stood and waited for the hurt female. Though the wolf may not understand their language, hopefully she would understand they wanted to help her. A loud thud from just across the way caught her attention. "Whatever is out there doesn't sound friendly, where will we go?" She hadn't wandered much of the land, there wasn't much left of what she remembered.

There was movement in the bushes that sent red flags of warning flashing across her brain, but what did it matter? Already, the three before her had planned her demise. The streaked one walked to a shriveled tree stump and drew her dagger from a thorny bramble.

So this was it, Frostridge thought. She had always knew she would die one day, with the life that she had been trained into; though she hadn't pictured it by her own beloved blade. The streaked wolf brought Chain-Fang, still bloodied by her previous battle slowly forward, clenched in his jaws.

Her body at its final limits, was at a ready, her exhausted mind at a warrior's peace. She would not flinch when he gave the death blow, give no sign of fear in her eyes.

So she was that much more surprised when he laid it a foot before her, nudging it towards her with his nose.

Shocked, her abnormal blue eyes delicately ringed with artificial teal like the northern lights, pierced his trying to discern his meaning, not daring to hope. Her ever suspicious mind sought for answers, but each it procured for her was weak and without bearing.

There was no malice in his gaze, an offering of peace as she had seen in the Red-Fur's eyes. Language without words. I mean you no harm.

She had once dared to hope on grass in a valley, only to be confronted by withered trees and barren wastelands, had felt the sting of betrayal countless times-

Maybe she could dare to hope, to trust one more time.

They could not speak to one another, but the language of the wolf was not only in the tongue, but in the eyes. And this language, Frostridge knew, just enough. Enough to understand.

It seemed they did not have any intention of killing her for the time being. They had even brought her food, though their own rib cages poked from their sides... She was struck by the irony of when she had first confronted this former foe lying near death in a cavern, a tiny scaly food clenched as a gift for his life...

She would show she trusted them. Teeth clenched around the feathered body and she began to eat, to show she was more at ease in their company. Once she had worked past the annoying feathers and scraped the bones clean quickly, she staggered to her feet. She fell a few times with a slight grunt of agony coursing through her damaged side, but finally stood, tottering on legs as wobbly as a newborn calf, but standing.

Frost could feel the food working energy into her body , and she shifted with limping steps towards the river, keeping one eye upon them as they observed her. There was still some suspicion left in her movements and mindset, but she was slowly beginning to trust them, even if it was just a fraction. She lapped the water up gratefully, having left her dagger in the dirt as a sign of her own non-malicious intent.

When she had drunk her fill, she went back to her weapon and picked it up, slowly putting it in the sheath with a weary twist of her head. Well, she was in no condition to fight, but she could at least stand, maybe even walk. With curious eyes, and a strange hesitance, she turned to them, unsure of what to do. How could they possibly understand one another? Her mind was racing back to her puppy hood, the words of her mother before human interference had completely wiped clean everything else.

"No. I...hurt. she offered, the words slow and unfamiliar on her tongue as she struggled to remember, her brows wrinkling with the difficulty. She wanted to be clear that she intended no harm herself, especially with a possible danger just in the bushes beyond- "Brother." she muttered, the first words she had understood from them. She hoped her intention of being an ally rather then a foe was clear with the word, albeit its placement incorrect. Another rustle of leaves made her attention snap to the location, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Bullet took a place between the injured wolf and the new white one. Though she was strong enough to stand didn't mean she was ready to fend off an attack. She had a familiar scent to her, like Bullet knew her a long time ago. "You ask to be accepted and take a fighting stance? What do you really want?" Bullet ask with a growl edging through her throat. She wasn't a fighter but she would stand to protect this wolf.

The noise of a fight jerked her head to the side. "What is going on now?" Her instincts made her take a step but she stopped herself. A glance to Kuro and Streak, "Well?"

This is getting out of hand. "Stop this now. All we seek is food and to survive this wasteland. Let us talk before matters get out of hand. My new companions here, are too stubborn to realize that we can work together to find food, shelter, and to survive." Jet stepped forward, stepping in between the wolf mix and the red furred alpha. "A new wolf has come into this area. Must we welcome him with bloodshed?"