Broken Boulder Crucible of Broken Blouder

Leila hadn't noticed anything of change. She was just there. Just existing. She hadn't thought, blinked, hell, she barely breathed. Pieces of her were brought together, taking shard by shard to bring back some resembalance of her. eventually, she had gathered enough to power herself back on, slowly coming to bay of what happened. She was standing in filth, riddled by gore, and tainted with the taste of blood in her mouth.
It was sickening. If anything, she desperately wanted to clean herself, to groom this madness away, but she couldn't. Primarily, the safety of the pup, but secondarily, if she revisited anything dealing with this fight too soon, her mind might break. She knew what happened, and there was only one thing that could release such a blackout- she had the genes of a beserker. She knew she had northern roots, but she had no idea they would lead so north as to be in a Norse setting. Viking blood had never been a thought to occur to her.

But upon hearing the sounds of the baby, ears immediately swiveled to meet the voices. She wobbled over to the two, Redmoon wh would need medical attention  if she didn't wish him to have any kind of infections, and the pup which she could already smell death clutching the soul of. "Oh," she gasped, holding a burgundy dyed paw to her mouth, not believing the wounds she was seeing. Redmoon was obviously stonger than her, as her eyes began their watering. She could not believe what they had done to this baby...they were going to eviscerate the poor thing, consume her from the outside, in. Those..those mosters.
But who was she to speak?

She watched with watery mint eyes, her inner turmoil threatening to overturn her own silence, as she watched Redmoon reap what was needed from the little one. He was efficient, not cold, but pressing, as he gathered the answers. Leila respected this red wolf, as his timbre of strength was enough to steele her own depression. Listening to the intent of his voice gave her the impression tha there was a bigger picture, and in order to prevent catastrophe, you needed to play a part.
In this, Leila found peace,
as did the pup.

She stared at the cooling baby girl as something soft brought her attention back to reality. A nuzzle from the companion, soft and awakening brought her back from the brink. Time stopped it's stillness as he returned her to the realm, touching her without hesitation, as if,...as if she wasn't a monster for faith. Faith she could end these urchins and save a doomed baby. One that wasn't even hers. That she had put not only her own life in danger, but because he cared for her, his own. She couldn't help it; she nuzzled him back.

After putting a soft nose to the colder baby, she thought of a sweet neame the darker pup could have had. 'Destiny'.
She began to dir a hole, a grave in which to put the deserving pup into, as his baritones graced the air again. Broken Boulder? Taking the soft scruff up the pup, she gently laid her in the grave, remarkably deep enough so smells wouldn't permeate trhough, and prevent scavengers from reaching her.

After a final pat to the now covering soil of the grave, she smoothed out the land and returned her minty stare to the adamant emeralds.

"I am coming with you. We have to stop this...We have to."

The fae too was determined. She wanted nothing of the same fate to lash the upbringing of new wolves, as they were just kids. Kids did not deserve such a harsh death. But neither did they.

"But first, we need to get you healed. If we are going to take on the troubles of such a life, we both need to be in a fit shape. I am able to take care of your wounds, but we need to be near the right herbs."

Looking away, the woman couldn't find it in herself to say it aloud, but she also wanted to bring help into the situation. She knew Cry would be mad at her, but maybe Mr. X could assist. Or atleast be able to spare them another friend in which to travel through such desperate and troubling times, with.
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