Hoshor Plains One Day Life Will Be Kind

The past days had felt like a blur. To be completely honest, she never thought she would see the light again, doomed to die as she slowly bled out, trapped with a man she longed for, yet still would not face that hurdle. No...that was something she would take to her grave. At least she had seen her family one last time...at least she had made amends with her father. To witness the life of her new siblings and see them grow. Part of her wondered how they would all find out about her passing. How she had been a fool to end up here...And yet, perhaps it was luck? Luck that the heavy rocks also served as a force to temporarily stop her bleeding. Lucky that after however much time passed the sound of scrabbling echoed off the walls? Lucky when that first ray of sunlight filtered in giving her the first glimpse of hope she longed for long after she accepted she would die here.

By the time Tobias and Winterbourne had found them, she felt weak, accustomed to the pain in her side from the rocks and hunger along with the dryness of her throat. Her first breaths of fresh air were ragged, and she almost did not believe her eyes as she took in the mass of destruction that was left of their home. It was in ruins...yet, it still stood. Had the same happened to Easthollow? Perhaps not all was lost? Maybe they could rebuild. Something told the Constable it would be a while before that was even possible though, and with her leg and winter approaching even longer before she could see her family again.

The trip to the nearby plains was long, her paws felt foreign to her as she struggled to find her footing, and as much as she hated admitting it, would end up needing the support of one of the three men to make any real distance. Her hind legs ached and she could feel with each step the gashes pull open if she was not careful. Again she found her mind wandering to luck. Was it luck her hind left leg had taken most of the damage leaving her with three legs to stand on? Surely the rocks could have fatally crippled her, but she would save the medical assessments for Speedy.

After many rest breaks, the small group finally reunited with the pack although even that as a whole had been wiped away by the flooding and quakes. Vercingetorix and his kids...Firefly. Before she and Evergreen had been discovered, they were halved and the rest of their member's status remained unknown. She was thankful Speedy had made it, along with her kids. It seemed even an old face had managed to find her way back to them. How lucky of them to still have a chance.

Whatever blessed their survival did not matter. For now, she was tired...and the normally dutiful wolf searched for seclusion once more near the river. Tobias had brought her a rabbit which she took no time to finish off. The color of their river remained murky, but she had been far too thirsty to care, now lazily resting on her side thankful for the freedom to move, for the most part, as she pleased.

The constable rested her head atop her paws, her broken leg sprawled out at an angle to which it hurt just a tad less. At the first sound of approaching footsteps, Ira assumed they belonged to a packmate, although as the male grew closer the scent of Easthollow washed over her. Had it been her father? Had he really come all this way to check on her?

Golden eyes flicked open as he hopefully raised her head, gaze landing on the painted man, and in an instant, her spark died away Settling to rest her head once more.

"Greetings, my name is Hieronymous - is everything alright?"

He was a stranger, but the scent was too clear to deny. Perhaps he was sent to check on them, it would make more sense that one of their leaders leaving after all. You hail from Easthollow. The roan woman's eyes shut once more with a short sigh. Her head dipped to the side as if gesturing to the scattered wolves in the plains around them. Around you is the remains of Kaistleoki, an ally pack. We suffered greatly from the quakes. I go by Ira...I am one of the leaders here.

The Patriarch's daughter...yes, she supposed that was what most wolves in Easthollow likely knew her as now. She'd only give a grunt in confirmation, her voice still recovering from everything. Her ears would perk at the mentioning of a visitor. She wasn't too familiar with wolves outside of Easthollow, who would look for her?

Oh, Ibis. Maybe she never did tell her that she had moved on. The constable could only hope someone pointed her in the right direction, not that she would get the warmest welcome with the way things were currently. She croaked a response, Was she well? Ira prayed those she knew had not been affected by the quakes, and if they had that the damage was minimal. Is Easthollow?

She was doing well...that's good, even if he had little news on the state of her or her old pack. Had she finally gone back to Lost Creek? The constable remembered her setting off to see the world, but perhaps her return to Easthollow was a part of her way back home.

Ira fell silent as Hieronymous continued, answering her fears about the plains she once called home. It should almost come to no surprise that they stood as strong as the stones that marked their lands. You never know though. Ira quirked a brow as the conversation quickly shifted to Kaistleoki. Oh? Do you have a suggestion?

The constable did a once over glance at the painted man as he winked suggesting the solution to their problems was...a clown. He truly was a clown if he believed it was that simple, but...perhaps there would be some good to it. Ira rolled her head back to look into the plains, the forms of other Kaistleoki members dotting the landscape. They had taken a large toll, their leaders excluded. Halved in numbers with pups to feed and forced from the comfort of their lands they had prepared so for winter. You can help them? Perhaps she would have laughed if they had met under different circumstances...but now even she could not help. Prove to me you aren't just another mouth to feed.