Swiftcurrent Creek time will see us realign

for @Shaara but AW! set for the 31st

Liri's return has more or less sent her back into hiding. She avoids @Kavik as if her life depends on it, still unaware that his former mate had elected not to stay. Maybe it wouldn't make a difference, though. She can't stand the idea of facing him, not after catching a glimpse of what she'd taken from him. Not after being reminded that she is out of place here, unknown and unwanted; certainly not the woman Kavik wants by his side, though it stings less with the knowledge that he is not the man she wants by her side. She doesn't need a cheater anyway, right?
Right.
She's managed to drag herself out for a hunt, though the process is miserable and, predictably, does not end well. The moment her jaws close around her intended prey, an unfortunate hare the color of snow, a wave of nausea washes over her. Her snapping teeth only manage half the job before she drops the squealing, writhing thing and turns away, taking several steps before she vomits into the snow. Over her own retching, the sound of the hare's painful death only twists her stomach further. The creature is only suffering needlessly now, falling far too slowly toward its inevitable end, and all she can do is listen as she vomits. It reminds her of herself, almost — except there is no one even to watch her as she suffers.

The still heated Keil was moreso vexed at the past than she was the current events. Pissed at alot. But it wasn't going to solve anything being pissed off about it. Her family had enough fuckery dealing with them, but now this mess? Like, for them to simply invite others in, others who already had drama coming to their damn doorstep. Now whoever Kavik's girl was had come to pop by for a friendly 'fuck you' hello, and now Shaara was pissed that woman hadn't dragged Kavik's ass by the scruff to whatever hell she herself had come from, because let's face it - whoever Liri was? She looked as though she had been dragged through hell. And Oh if wolves could operate cameras.
But the only piece Shaara had gotten was when the emaciated woman had begun her departure. Of course rumors and gossip swam around as even the birds told on Kavik's ass. 

A sharp hiss of irritation fueled her as not only she came to terms that nothing was going to be done about this mess, but also due to someone was literally barfing not too far from her. 'Not my problem' he mind had already made up, but even as she had said that, her bitchy mood had subsided to just see who it was who was having a hard time. Shaara wasn't naturally a bitch...it was just this crap Swiftcurrent was stuck in. Well that, and the fact that it turned out the one she had come to investigate was the very broad that had come with Kavik's horndog ass.
A roll of eyes and a sneer were one of the  girst reactions she wanted to thrust out there, but instead the Keil simply gave a snobbish look of contempt. The good part about her not giving up her goods was not dealing with the aftermath of it. 

Pumpkin eyes ran over Alessia as Shaara gloried in not being a sick mess too. "Sucks, yea?" Eyes darted to the dying varmint being cursed with having to deal with it's killer's hacking slaw, too. Poor bunny.

Apparently, someone is around to watch her suffer. The woman's approach goes unnoticed at first, and the sound of her voice startles her. Her retching subsides immediately as she starts a little, and she looks up anxiously, bile still burning in her throat. She can't help but dislike the woman's expression as she watches her, but the last thing she wants to do is start a fight with one of the Creek's residents. Yeah, She says a little stiffly, gaze dropping, and takes a step away from the vomit in the snow. She resists the urge to say more, afraid that her tone will give away her own sour mood and certain that it won't be taken well.

hmph, she childishly punted the exhale from her chest. Shaara wasn't one to like seeing others suffer, whether they deserved it or not. Well, sometimes. 

"I believe it," she said almost apathetically before regretting it a bit. "Eating isn't gonna help. But it's a needed thing, unfortunately. Wish there was a healer or something we had to help you with the vomiting. There was something my mom used to use when she was pregnant; cant remember what it was." Atleast she was trying to be friendly, kinda, even if t wasn't helpful. Pumpkin eyes slid away from the sick girl, her gratitude for not getting laid the most prevalent in her toxic emotions right now.

The woman seems apathetic at first, but her next words are unexpectedly kind — if unhelpful. She glances up at her again, struck by how oddly familiar she seems. I'm Myrren, She says after a moment, deciding introductions are called for now; she doesn't exactly know what to do with the woman's odd kindness, but she isn't about to scorn it. Perhaps she can make a friendly acquaintance, if nothing else. Have you always lived at the Creek?