the kids aren't allright, Samheln

[Eirný]

She wasn't supposed to be here.

Really. She was a leader- and the neice of the alpha/"dictator"- of a rival pack. Actually, she wouldn't be surprised if war broke out between the two. But still she stayed, hidden in a small shrub, "watching" Jardtendja. For hours- because of a scent trail she had thought she caught.

She was also just a few meters from the borders. This was stupid of her- they could attack her for no reason. Just because Winter had been nice didn't mean other pack members wouldn't attack her for no reason. And it didn't mean that Samheln was there.

Eirný's tail curled slightly, just barely stirring the branches. Arrow flew and perched on a branch just a few feet away. No luckso far, he muttered, flying away from her and over the borders again. Anyone who had spent a long length of time around her would notice the black marking and realize that Eirný was nearby, but anyone who hadn't would just consider it an anomaly. Or maybe realize that the bird was a daemon and follow him back here.

She knew that the scent, just a trace of it, had been Sam's. She just couldn't find him.

[Samheln]

She wasn't supposed to be here.

Samheln watched her from the cover of Jardtengja's trees, a mix of emotions stirring through his heart. It was too dangerous for her to be there, he had told her never to come. Fjarhald's scent was still thick in her air--Fjarhald and Gennae. Those scents did not belong in the North, and under any other circumstance, Samheln would have driven them out. But this was not a normal circumstance. This was Eirný. Joy rushed through his disapproval. The conflict of both emotions made his heart clench.

"Eirný," Sam said quietly as he stepped out of the trees and into view. His gaze was almost pained as it sat steady upon her sweet face, but otherwise there was no emotion upon his features as he approached her.

[Eirný]

Sam's voice erupted into the silence, and Eirný decided that she probably shouldn't sneak. "Sam!" she responded gleefully, leaping from her crappy hiding place and wagging her tail joyfully. Arrow's talons stayed tight on the branch- he hadn't seen Arlys yet, and without seeing her he had no intent of moving and interrupting the reunion. Eirný really had little to no idea of where she was in relation to Sam, so she merely smiled stupidly and hoped Sam still remembered her well enough to move closer.

They were the only children of Ainslie Mikill and an unknown relative. In their youth they had been inseperable- until the truth came out. They were inbred, and everyone knew it. Sam had been chased away- Gennae had tried to kill him, and Eirný still didn't quite know why she still stood, ever faithful, by her aunt's side.

[Samheln]

The wolf watched her quietly as she searched for him. For a brief, whimsical moment, he debated playing a game with her that he had often in their childhood where he would hide from her and jump around to new locations whenever she got near, trying to make her dizzy. Those were days long past, though. They were not happy pups anymore, but grown adults. For Sam, at least, that meant happiness didn't even exist anymore.

But that moment was of the few moments that ever came close to happiness, when Eirný was around. Samheln closed the distance between them with a few long strides until he was near enough to press his wet nose against her cheek. Arlys leaped from her wolf's shoulders and fluttered down onto the ground beside him, chirping eagerly for Arrow to join her. Samheln, however, remained silent as he pulled away and studied his sister's face, wondering what news she had brought with her this time.

[Eirný]

It seemed that Eirný always brought news- at least lately. She was almost an unofficial messenger between Fjarhald and Jardtendga- no one else was stupid enough to go to the north, or to get away from it. "Seneca left. So did Vars- I had to make sure you hadn't left me too," she decided, brushing her nose against Sam's cheek. "Is Callan still here?" she inquired, ear's flicking forward slightly. "She made me a leader." That, that was interesting. Eirný did not appear to have the Mikill leadership gene in any form- she was more self-sacrificing than dominant, and she wasn't useful physically.

Arrow fluttered down from his perch and chirped happily at Arlys, hopping about slightly.