PORCELAIN. IVORY. STEEL. | JOINING

[LADY]

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It was Kirishima that stole the direwolf's attention first, a low growl emanating from her skinny form when she realized that this piece of prey was speaking to her. Shaky legs tried to propel her forward, teeth bared and ready to dig into the flesh of the three-limbed Snowbounder. She overestimated her strength though, too weak to do anything but stumble back to the ground, a pitiful whine tumbling from parted jaws. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. But she lacked the ability to hunt, the pain that gnawed on her stomach prohibiting her from even standing for too long. She was partially ravenous, her typically gentle (well, as gentle as a feral direwolf could be) disposition forgotten the moment that anything with flesh and blood and meat occupied her view. In comparison to her siblings, she was the most tame, but now... Now she was just a feral beast who needed to kill before her hunger killed her.

Bubonicplague's arrival caused her ears to flatten against her head, lips once more pulling back to reveal deadly canines. A direwolf? But this one wasn't kin. This one wasn't part of the pack. His bark promised food though, her stomach practically rumbling at the thought of once more digging into something that would provide her subsistence. She had scavenged for too long, picking at the bones left by far more successful predators... could she trust him? But it had been her trust that had gotten her into this situation in the first place. She had become so reliant upon the girl - the stranger- who had fed her constantly, relying on her for meals and care until she simply disappeared, leaving the young Lady once more by herself. She had struggled since that brief period of time, always falling short. Always.

But that girl had been feline, not canine, and for the most part, Bubonic was similar to her. Trust. She wanted to trust him. A snarl distracted her though, honey-colored eyes falling upon Ghost. Kin. Littermate. Brother. She whined as he nuzzled her, practically falling into the support he extended to her graciously, not believing that weary paws had led her here- back to her family. Back to her pack. Well, she supposed it really was just Ghost. She had detected only his scent, not Shaggydog's or Summer's or Greywind's or Nymeria's... Just his. But that was okay. One was better than none. One was better than none.

She was vaguely aware of Atbash and Aizawa's presences, the words spoken by both of them falling on relatively deaf (more so uncomprehending) ears. Hungry. Hungry. She barked, wishing that someone would present her with something to dig into. While Ghost seemed wary of these tiny felines (and the other direwolf), he had not made any moves to kill any of them... Something was amiss and admittedly, she couldn't quite understand why her brother made no moves to slaughter them where they stood. Unless... Unless they cared for him like her girl had temporarily cared for her.

But there was no time for to even try to wrap her mind around what exactly was going on here. Not until she was fed.

Not until she was fed.