The Sentinels Gotta Fight Another Fight, Gotta Run Another Night

Giana lasted three days after the encounter with the mean shore pack, mostly in the deep woods or the quarry behind it. Her wounds hurt, bad, and she wasn't able to clear the infection even with baths both salt and fresh or cleaning so bad she bled. With her foreleg shattered, mostly just curled limply against her chest, her hunting abilities were limited to things like mice or anything in a burrow she could trap. She'd been doing okay, until she started getting really sick. The fever finally set in, her head hurt like a bitch, and all the various wounds on her body cause by Kendra and Cicero were swollen, hot, and leaking yellow pus. If she didn't get real help soon, she would go septic: her only option was to try and join the pack she was closest too. 

She stumbled her way there in the late afternoon, barely able to walk and swaying slightly when she stopped a couple feet from the borders. She managed a weak, but echoing howl for @Aria, but lays down rather roughly right after. She sits like a spinx, panting harshly with her eyes closed tight and brow creased.

For the male his days are spent getting familiar with his new pack. Donnelaith was not the sort of familiar feeling of Poughkeepsie - and yet he wants it to be. He wants to feel warm and cozy, safe in the flock as he had. He heard a howl not too far from him and approached the unknown female, the stench of her infection catching on the wind far before anything else. His nose crinkled in distant, staying a bit back from him to stay safe in case she is contagious. "What happened to you?" He asked, deep voice reverberating through the forest as easily as his massive figure maintained its presence - formidable and steady. 

He did not trust her - her state promised that she had someone most likely looking for her. If no one did, it was equally suspicious to him. Like the Trojan horse of legends. 

Though she moves quickly, Castiel beats her to the border. She's pleased to see that he is doing his part as a member of the pack, and his large form serves as a wonderful guardian. The woman there looks injured, leaving bitterness to fill the mouth of the alphess. Did another wolf expect something from them? Healing? Did Donnelaith just scream 'hey! lots of resources to share with the whole fucking world!' ? It must've. 

She stares at the stranger, nudges Castiel in polite greeting. She does not speak, but stands stiffly beside the male, her tail showing her position.

The brute's appearance surprised her, and the ivory woman jerked her head up. Giana cared little to show or recognize rank even if she could right now, not when this clearly wasn't an alpha, but she was simply thankful he gave her a chance to explain even if he didn't sound sure. 
                          "Some masocistic pair of wolves poisoned me to figure out how a plant reacted when injested, didn't let me go until it faded."
Obviously, it didn't sound good, Gia knew that. To make things even better, a woman who quite clearly was the alpha appeared in time to probably hear her. She knew that not many packs would take in a broken female like her, especially when it was possible she brought bad things in her wake. But the woman was confident, after almost a month now, that Cicero and Kendra were not going to come looking for her. Her words were strained with pain, but never did she beg; only state fact, and she swayed as if it was hard to even lay upwards.
                                            "Its been a month now, and I've backtracked: they aren't coming for me. B-But I need help.... My loyalty is the packs if I survive. I'm a trained warrior and a starwatcher, I'm not afraid to pull my weight."

Fixed!

She did not give even a shred of respect for the presence of a wolf of the wooded pack land. Did she simply wish him to end her suffering? Castiel gave a show of his teeth, lips curling into a silent snarl of displeasure. "You would be wise to remember you are on our borders." Castiel said, not breaking his lithium gaze from the female even as Aria approached. The male shifted his weight the slightest bit against her to return her greeting, otherwise he was still looking at the loner. 

He was unimpressed with her story, wondering if charity was the theme of the pack or if the woman was so entitled. "You were clearly bested - even as a warrior." Castiel was blunt and to the point, he did not bother sugar coating things. He wouldn't, either, he'd never learned the finesse. Poughkeepsie wolves rarely worried with such things, it wasn't worth the time. The beast fell silent, waiting for his Alpha to decide the fate of the stranger or their course of action. 

deirdre sought aria, now; the storm had swept through the area, and the cairn brother had returned home. it was urgent that she find the leader to inform her of the conversation she had shared with him--but as she scented the rot of infection, deirdre knew the other had traveled swifter than she anticipated. 

upon the scene was the leader and beside her, cas. deirdre slid alongside the alpha and murmured to her, for her ears to hear alone, a wolf from the bay has come by to warn us of her--i was coming to find you, but she has found us first. he believes there are others looking for her, others that have done this to her... deirdre paused for a moment, and continued: if i may, i would like to heal her, but away from here--unless you would wish for her to join, she could not, on good conscious, let the other die; nor could she, in good conscious, play russian roullette with donnelaith and risk its safety in this way. not when now she witnessed the pitiful sight before her eyes. deirdre's gaze moved apologetically toward cas, before the soft warmth of it then moved toward giana. the least she could do was save her from imminent death--but if the fangs of the wolves came seeking giana's flesh, the she-wolf, from then-on out, would be on her own.

Thankful that Deirdre did not insist on welcoming her into their borders, Aria dips her head. "You may heal her outside of our borders-- but I do not need wolves coming into Donnelaith with cruel intent in their hearts. We will remain peaceful and passive," she says. With another dip of her head, the queen ushers the girl off kindly to go help the stranger, and then turns to Castiel. "Please keep guard," she murmurs. "Keep Deirdre safe," she adds, and nudges his shoulder gently. Then, she turns to leave, having full faith in the guardian and the young healer.

last from me!

With the intention laid out before him by his Alpha Castiel looked at Giana, tail raising. "Out. Now." The deep voiced Guardian said as he began to guide the female away from Donnelaith's borders. Any backtracking was met with a snarl and the snap of his teeth, refusing to allow the woman to loiter on their borders any longer and let her lean on the kindness of their Alpha. 

He watched over the young healer as she worked, waiting with each movement to ensure that she did not react violently or lure them both into a trap of sorts. 

last for me!

Giana's plead for help was met with aggression and rejection-the only thing that kept the dying woman from leaping at either of them and ending her suffering now was the approach of another, smaller figure. She radiated kindness, and offered to heal the ivory queen no matter her fate. Gia bit back-literally latching onto her bottom lip to keep her jaws shut- a harsh comment that nobody was coming for her, but decided her wish to live overruled everything else.
The man tried again to do, well, Giana wasn't sure, exactly, since she was clearly no threat if she could barely walk. Though the woman stood, shaking, and took an uneasy step forward, her broken leg curled tight to her torso, his rushings did little. She walked at her own pace, hobbling and laboring for a proper breath, and eventually collapsed when she was unable to smell the borders anymore. Here was where she would stay until her strength would return.
The fever was perhaps the worst of it, for after so long of hurting and gritting her teeth through this infection, pain was not something her brain even recognized. Like the burdens on her back, they had faded into the background like stale prey.
Maybe if she'd have cleaned her wounds better, sought help sooner, lied about falling off a cliff or some shit, she would have been accepted somewhere. But the moment she collapsed, she knew that she was a fool to think. It was harder to breathe now, but that hardly mattered. As the little witch began to treat her, Giana watched with thankful, but sad eyes. When she spoke, it was softly-for the girl's ears only, even if she could have spoke louder through the laboring breaths and bubbling mucus.
       "I-I thank you for d-doing this. Y-You've saved my l-life if I s-survive."
She had to halt, swallow a great breath before choking out another soft groan of words: if nobody else knew what'd really happened, at least one should, whether she believed it or not....
                          "T-two dark w-wolves tr-trapped me, to-tortured me, experimented on me t-to see h-how some w-weed w-worked: I n-never meant any h-harm t-to your h-home, nor y-your neighbors, e-even when t-they h-hurt me. I d-dont want a c-change of he-heart, just for yo-you to know w-what ha-ha-happened."
With that, she went silent, awaiting their leave of her but still refusing to move from this spot.
In fact, long after they had gone, the ivory woman had slipped into a fitful sleep. The witch had saved her, of this she was sure, and for some reason it gave her a flicker of hope for the future. Even when two entire packs had rejected her, there had been one little female that offered her skills to a stranger-someone who very well might have killed her.
The next morning, she vanished from the forest, and planned to stay far, far away from both the coast and the place where she'd been trapped.

Lemme know if anything here should be changed, but elsewise this is my last post here.

deirdre, escorted by castiel, took giana aways from donnelaith to a place that she could heal her. while deirdre worked on her under the protective eye of donnelaiths guardian to be, deirdre listened to the other speak. after administering a paste to the external wounds that would help them heal without becoming further infected, she asked, where did this occur? feeling it necessary to know this for the sake of her own wolves. she glanced toward castiel, wondering if he had heard her words. even if they were not true, it would be unwise to walk blindly around an area in a world where the words were not false.

what did this weed look like, taste like, she inquired next, before giving giana an herb she knew could counteract some of the less severe herbs that were not known to be deadly. she instructed for giana to eat it, and lingered by her for a while to ensure no adverse things happened as a result of it.

kind of just a tack on to get this to ten!!! if giana answered feel free to chuck up another reply <3

Once he was told she was not allowed in the pack's lands Castiel was not going to allow her to loiter. If there was a sickness in her she would not be given the chance to let the woman pass that to the Donnelaith woman. Castiel was close to them to ensure that the young healer was not injured. He sat impassive, a stone statue who truly did not care about what happened to the disrespectful wolf. There was in Castiel a great bleeding heart but he had hardened himself after the battle of Poughkeepsie. 

He waited until the young witch was ready to return to the packlands before escorting he brought her safely back to their borders, completing the task given  to him by Aria. He had kept Deirdre safe and he had ensured that the woman was no longer a threat to their pack. Should she show back up, Castiel would not hesitate to finish the job that the other wolves had started. 

kay ONE more xD

Giana listened to the little witches voice, her questions, and strove to remember what was asked. The place, she knew well-even if not by name. 
                  "The f-furthest part of the f-flatlands from h-here-a meadow j-just outside some p-patch of darker w-woods."
Struggling for breath, the ivory woman gave Deirdre what she wanted, but not all the holes could be filled. 
                                "It was h-hidden in a rabbit they gave m-me."

The woman eyed Deirdre carefully when another herb was presented-this one to eat. At first, she almost refused-but something about the witch was just trustable. Grumbling under her breath and coughing, Gia eventually licks up the herbs and swallows them-even if she waits anxiously for the next ten minutes for the same thing to happen.

Thankfully, it never does-in fact, Giana feels better than she has since before the attack, and she shoots grateful stormy eyes the girls way. 
                     
                                                        "T-Thank you."