Meadowlark Prairie Surprise!

Against her mate's wishes, she ventured away from the den, roaming towards the boundaries that led to un-claimed ground. Yet, she insisted she was only pregnant, not incapable. If she was correct, the litter would not arrive for some time, giving her was seemed limited time to finish up her freedom travels. Her experiance with Qilaq had taught her she knew nothing of pups, and a whole litter was bound to be the death of her. As she walked her part of the borders, closest to where Qil was currently sleeping, for she did not depart her daughter for long and long distance was something she was too petrified to think of. Qilaq was a wanderer, after all. 

It was then her attention focused to the borders, something else drawing her conscious to reality as she walked along the blood stained ground. It did not come to her as soon as it should have, her senses dulled with it's lack of use over the few days.

And then the scent came.

Her nostrils flared, her entire body stiffened as she recalled the similar scent coming from the dark pelted female she had spied on only a few weeks prior. The occurrence had tortured her for the next few day, that was, until Qilaq came and her attention was drawn elsewhere. But now, the resurface of the scent and for the second time could only mean one thing, one thing that she had willed herself to avoid for so long. Althalia was alive. It was true, the younger girl had been the runt of her Mother's second litter, born a year after she was. Nobody expected the child to live, but it had prevailed, and all the same; cast out. After her departure from her parent's lands, she had believed the girl had perished, as they all told her she would. But her scent was strong, and without a doubt, Althalia.

She did not make a sound as she followed the ghost of a trail, leading her outside the territory and beyond. It was then her nose latched onto another scent, a stranger bearing a similar scent to the black coated female. In fact, both of them did. This explained much more, for it seemed to her that Althalia had made a home for herself. But it did not explain while they were all the way out by Blackfeather Woods, for their home scent was not one she had ever smelt on the breeze. She could only think of trouble as she rushed to meet the scent, a lack of caution and a boost in hormones. 

As she slowed to a walk just meters away from her sister, she could not come up with the right words to say. How did anyone? Her once believed dead sister was now here, near her home.. with a male. That stopped her dead. Who the fuck was touching her sister? Oh, hell no. Her stride turned bold, waltzing up to the duo with as much arrogance as a bull. Anyone could tell her stomach was swollen, obviously harboring young of her own inside. Yet, she was completely unaware of her physical state at that moment.

 "Althalia, you're alive," She marveled at the sight of the girl, but she felt that something was wrong. She did not look malnourished but slightly underweight, and not of the best physical appearance. That's when Nemesis took note of her ankle. Her sister carried it up, obviously injured or once broken. That was it. She turned to the male accompanying her, her eyes narrowed as she took in his features. She instantly disproved. "You hurt my sister?" She seethed through gritted teeth, her lip curling up in a dangerous accusation that she was more than willing to dish out an appropriate punishment. Nobody hurt her sister and got away with it. "I will end him for you," She glanced at her sister, but it was not for permission, she had already advanced further, a second away from summoning the Brotherhood to rip apart the male that had dared lay a hand on her little sister.