Wolf RPG - To live forever

@Vutia and @Dapphion

Blood splattered all over the rocks as soon as Xaaos managed to get a hold of that fat rabbit. The lack of large game was more noticeable the further west the trio wandered, and by this point it was nearly non-existent. Still, Xaaos and his wives needed to get back to the coast to find their family and fulfill their destinies as heirs to the world, which they could not do from this far inland.

The pastured they were crossing had given the salt prince and his wives a short rest from the hunger, providing them with smaller prey to fill their bellies, but it was uncertain whether things would continue to be as promising from that point forward. There were still hundreds of miles to the ocean, and this land seemed to have been cursed by the gods with famine.

The princess of dreams dragged her young body further and further away from home, from Da and the others, to follow her husband whom she shared with her sister. She was panicking again, afraid she might lose her brother and sister too one day, but never would she tell them. Her ears flickered at the sound of a kill, probably caused by Xaaos. Would they finally rest here? How far was it to the coast? Would the descendants of the sea even make it?

isthasy, itov, svanoa karif zulf? She called out in her stern yet youthful voice. Where in the name of the God were they actually going in the first place? This land was more barren than the bald spots on Grandma's body! That they were even still alive was a true miracle... Or a curse for the ones eager to die.

Often did Vutia keep near to her brother, watching him carefully and ensuring that they were not to be separated. To allow for such a troublesome situation would be most unnerving, as well as taxing on her already weakening body. Though her beloved brother provided for her and their sister well—as did she occasionally for them and herself—the small meals would not be able to keep them going for much longer. Already had she noticed a difference in her physique, her appearance portraying the troubles they'd gone through, and yet still did she push forward. To keep pace with her siblings and to not stray too far from them, it was where her focus was primarily placed, keeping her somewhat distracted from the problems outside of her mind.

From her brother her attention had eventually been pulled, for the voice of their youngest sister had broken the silence. The words originated from impatient thoughts, the elder female believed, but had refrained from making any crass statements in regards to it. Rather, she'd chosen to stay silent for the time being, regarding her sister briefly before shifting her gaze back to her husband.

The salt prince devoured the kill in little more than two bites, desperate under the feeling of his guts twisting in hunger. He left nothing for his wives to take, forgetting for a moment that he was not the only one in the world until his younger sister broke the silence. Dapphion was eager to return home, it seemed, but so was Xaaos and most probably Vutia as well. There was no need to ask every day.

"Filki vi lauth throdenilt keari. Si shilta jalyur keefum wer qumadosfan persvek wer thrae," lied the prince, fearing an outburst of rage coming from his unstable wife. He glanced at Vutia then, a look blank of expression. "Xurwk jaunus wux jiil sone creolnali," he instructed, and nested himself under the shade of a rock.

Shifty eyes focused on her older sister, being as quiet as the sea was beautiful. What was up with that? Did she hate her now? Did she want her to die? She flicked her tail to sweep the grim thoughts away, but there wasn't any comfort left behind. She followed her sister's gaze to her brother and lover, and said to herself; Of course Vutia wouldn't hate her, never.

A sound of displeasure, resembling a low growl, escaped her throat at her brother's words. keari? yth still tepoha ekess ossalur ihk keari?! She exclaimed in a low rumble. vur svanoa shilta coi qe batobot si tir ti keefum tivol? She followed, inhaling deep to perhaps scent the smell her brother was smelling. There was nothing, only the scent of a lone hare... Hare! Food! Her stomach turned and her mouth began to water. She barely had to hear the words of her brother before running off to find where this little critter was hiding.

Quite a distance away, but still in sight of her older siblings, she found the little home of the hare. She smirked, digging around a bit to further open the already large opening. The small thing was curled up at the back of its safe haven, and there her jaws finally met the sweet flesh. The sounds it made, made her cringe and yelp. It was deafening for her sensitive ears, but finally the thing died. Her muzzle covered in fresh blood, a quite thin but large hare between her teeth, she retreated back to the spot her family was.

The youngest of the trio had been answered, the words having been heard easily by Vutia, but she'd bothered not with testing the authenticity of them. She trusted her brother, even if he had possibly lied—personally, she hadn't caught wind of anything, but how could she know for sure that her nose wasn't just acting up?—and so she'd follow him no matter how long it took. Whether it be days, as he'd claimed, weeks, or even months, she would be find just as long as she never lost sight of her siblings. Without them, the world was a frightening place, and not at all somewhere that she'd ever want to walk through. And so she'd stayed where she was as her siblings spoke, the words that bounced back and forth being listened to, but never did her own voice chime in. Well, that is, until it had felt as if she'd been addressed.

Truthfully, she was hungry, and yet she hadn't moved from her spot. She wasn't ready to do so just yet, for the land was strange to her and the risk of being left behind seemed too great. "Si geou itrewic achthend poktosh," the female returned, having made up her mind. After her siblings had fallen asleep, when the chances of them continuing the journey without her were at their lowest, she would hunt. There she would stay until then, lingering close enough to watch them, but not so much so that she'd be smothering them. Even when Dapphion had shot off after something, the elder female did not move so much as a muscle. Her sister would return, she was certain of it, and so it was her duty to stay with their husband until then.

And return her sister had, but not alone. No, from her jaws there swung the limp body of a hare, attracting Vutia's attention. She glanced from it to her sister, but did not say anything of it, assuming that, like their brother, she would scarf the entire thing down on her own. Doing so would not be a terrible idea, either, given the land that they had crossed into, so the woman could hold no grudges.