Nimbus Summit I hate this place

Thought this would be a good first thread for Romilda and @Giancarlo, if you're up to it. It's just after this thread

Romilda was struggling with walking. The wound on her chest had played a roll in draining most of her energy. The light brown female only just managed to keep herself from falling over, and now that she was safe she laid down and rolled to her side. It was the sense of lingering danger that had driven her as far as she'd gone. She moved her head to make howling easier, but it was weak and didn't carry far. The howl wasn't to anyone specific, it was just a call for someone who could either help or show sympathy.

Her eyes didn't want to stay open, she didn't force them to. However, she didn't pass out, not yet. At the very least she wanted to see who would show up, if anyone. Her thoughts also kept her going, she wanted to kill the white wolf who left her with the injury.

Since Gian is currently unactive, figured I couldn't leave this hanging :3

The white queen was stalking along the lands they were camped in, bored. They'd been here much too long for her taste, much as she loved to be high in the air nearer the stars. Gia had explored every inch of this temporary home and found it less than meeting her standards, and had been planning to meet her mate to talk about moving. The don had been scarce lately, and it was starting to get on her nerves. Why was he being distant from his family in their time of need?
SHE would have to take charge if he couldn't handle that, if he abandoned them. Would Giancarlo really do such a thing?
A weak howl drew her attention, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was her more spoiled daughter, Romilda. Paws pounding against the earth, the ivory woman galloped towards the thick scent of her brown daughter.

Thought I would tag him anyways, should've tagged everyone else too.

Romilda was unaware of her mother's approch as her conscious slowly began to fade. With her eyes closed it was almost impossible for her to notice, the the darkness around the edge of her vision grew darker yet. She hated herself when she noticed. The young female could only just keep herself awake, but she kept slipping farther into unconsciousness. At this point, she could only feel the pain in her neck and the warmth of the puddle that had formed around it.

Panic flooded the nomad queen as blood mingled with Romi's familiar scent, and faster did her snowy paws carry her. Giana arrived when her daughter was more gone than not, and a strangled yelp escaped from her throat. 
      "R-Romi? Romilda!"
Her voice was somewhere between hysterical and livid, but her worry as a mother trumped her pride. It was not just a packmate who'd been injured, it was her own blood. Smelling Aerowyn upon the brown coat of Romi, revenge was sworn in the front of her mind.
For now, however, Giana worried about her daughter. She crumpled to the ground beside Romi, licking more gently than anyone would think possible of such a dominant and vain woman. 
                 "My daughter, what happened?"
No doubt, she'd been off pissing wolves off. It was her speciality, clearly, but Gia would always be on the side of her kin.

She heard her mother's cry, but it seemed distant. Her mind wasn't clear and made forming a focused response difficult. Romi felt her warmth of another beside her and snuggled to it like a pup. A whimper escaped her, though she wasn't fully aware of it. When asked what happened, she wanted to speak but slipped from conciousness before the thought was completely formed.