when the angels scream

The night was cool with clear skies. Ypres had been wandering all night in exploration to get familiar with the territories that surrounded her new home. The sudden sounds of silent cries echoed between the ears of the flamed hued female as she was going about her evening patrolling the area for prey. An unexpected hit of scent waft through her nostrils, and it smelled like sorrow; a scent she knew all to well herself. Following the sounds of weeping and that of another female, she came in closing in on her.
The female was quite weakened with her state. She paused in momentum as she spotted her from her fair distance. Watching her for a moment or two, the female looked quite pathetic, and it was a mirror reflection of her own self when she was banished from her birth pack for killing her higher ranking brother in a scuffle. The stocky fire colored girl stood there, ear twitching and the feel of sadness hitting the pit of her chest like a hard hammer of war.
Parting her jaws, Ypres shook away the empathy for the poor lass whom lay pathetically and vulnerable for any sort of attack. Maybe this female was lucky it was Ypres that came across her, because most wolves whom spotted a weaker vulnerable wolf often killed it. The power of empathy was far beyond more powerful than the kill instinct, even though it lingered in the back of Ypres's skull; but she shoved that aside; only because she had gone through similarities herself. It took one to know one, that was for damn sure.
Ypres took a deep breath as she stood full height from her position knowing the female just might attack, she stayed put without taking a further step. Ypres had trust issues beyond comprehension, and decided to stay a safe distance offering a wide birthed area for greeting the sorrow hearted lady. She cleared her throat before speaking.


Get up...


A lowly growl loathed from her jowls as she offered tough empathy instead of sweet falseness which tasted sour in her mind. She only did it for the good of the other female, seeing that the other girl was larger than she was, and probably capable of handling a good fight when need be. Ypres was not softening up on her at all, despite the sorrow she could feel in the air. Ypres was not bound to let sorrow over take her by watching another suffer.

In these elements one needs to stand up and fight. Now get up and be the strong wolf you know you are.


Another low growl erupted from her chest, hiding her anguished thoughts for the feelings she could feel on this lady. But this growl was softer as she stepped back to entice the girl to get back up on her feet. It was a very odd way of meeting someone and starting a conversation, but Ypres wasn't going to cherry this conversation at all. Ypres knew the dangers that lurked out here; and even though she had done some pretty bad things in her past, Ypres needed to redeem her forsaken soul by doing some good for the world now.