As she nears, her body is rigid with worry, wonder, and irritation alike, a mixed mashing of emotions. Her hackles stand on end and, pausing at the den's opening, she begins to work. It would take more then once trip, many in fact, to gather all which she had collected and figure that she would do what she could to take the most of it and leave the rest behind. Surely, someone else might place a use to her herbs and this open den she had dug out herself. Where she would put her things and where she would live herself was still up to question but this did not stop her. Offering an irritated growl and a huff, followed even by a snort, she would tip over rilver oyster shells of their water, pushing them into piles for leave. Her 'packing' moved quickly (though not quietly) in her determination, not bothering to think of whom may be near to see...
As she nears, her body is rigid with worry, wonder, and irritation alike, a mixed mashing of emotions. Her hackles stand on end and, pausing at the den's opening, she begins to work. It would take more then once trip, many in fact, to gather all which she had collected and figure that she would do what she could to take the most of it and leave the rest behind. Surely, someone else might place a use to her herbs and this open den she had dug out herself. Where she would put her things and where she would live herself was still up to question but this did not stop her. Offering an irritated growl and a huff, followed even by a snort, she would tip over rilver oyster shells of their water, pushing them into piles for leave. Her 'packing' moved quickly (though not quietly) in her determination, not bothering to think of whom may be near to see...
However, the sound of eager shuffling caught his ear, now twisted back at the sound, and he slowly got to his paws, stretching for a long moment. With tired steps, he came around the side of the den to see the dark pelted Second of the Hollow frantically sorting her leaves. If it weren't for the way in which she was going about her business, he wouldn't have thought much of it. But her body language alerted him, and he frowned. <b style="color:#51b85f">"What happened?" Alexander questions her, ears pressed forward, brow creased with worry. <b style="color:#51b85f">"speech."
“Yes. ...I have.” She whispers, watching as he would come near, circling around the bits and pieces of herbs and shells here and there. Her head lowers, nudging a few of the shells into his direction to pick up. She would have to thick quickly of where they might go with them, should she not have the three-legged man hoping in circles. ”I am certain that Borden's rise to power again will not be long coming... I cannot trust that man nor feel protected under his rule after what he had done. Or, lack there of...” Her voice trails off, not bothering to go into the details of it, nor mention Vlarindara and Kiche and her feelings towards them. After all, she was no childish tattle-teller. However, if only he'd ask, she would offer it to him. She was bold in her mannerisms, with nothing to hide and no reason to fear her feelings being unaccepted by those around her. If she felt someone was worthless and no good, she would let that wolf and anyone else whom wanted to know how she felt without an ounce of 'playing nice'. Elettra was far from a two-faced creature.
His head bowed, and pale eyes watched her shift her store about, until some of the shells were pushed his way. Before he picked them up, his ears tilted to listen to her. Borden. They pressed back quickly. What had he done? Alexander was merely on neutral ground with the Hollow leader...Or apparently ex-leader. <b style="color:#51b85f">"What has Borden done to wrong you, Elettra?" Alexander asked, darkly, eyes closing. Would he be given reason to make an enemy of the wolf that was once his greatest friend? <b style="color:#51b85f">"speech."
"When winter hit, it was only I, Jaysyek and my fellow Second, Raigo who remained with the three children which remained. Borden told us after he returned nearly next season he had been looking for one of the missing children, Prosper. But he had given the pack no warning and with his leave, left the rest of the members. Half the time we went hungry, cold- our future and the pup's survival left uncertain. I was the one whom found Prosper- dead and returned him home. But with his death came soon another. One of the boys, Theodore, got bitten by a snake..." In the back of her throat, a high sound begins, forming a whine, but she cuts it off with a large gulp and fighting of tears. Her teeth grit to reveal anger to demolish her sadness.
Perhaps late, but she now makes the connection that Theodore was Alexander's own, for if Arlette was, then the lost boy was too. "With winter, my supply was so little. I gave him medication to fight the pain off and more to which is known to aid in venomous bites. But it didn't work- none of it worked..." She pauses, her silvery gaze finally turning upwards to Theodore's father, though her head remained hung in defeat. "Prosper now lies with his brother..." And here she sighs, ever so delicately as her body loosens from it's tension. "I just feel that if our leader had not abandoned us, we could have properly had a search party for Prosper. With more wolves out there, actively hunting, we might of found them. With more eyes, Theodore might not have run off and gotten bitten... I can't trust that Borden won't make the same mistake twice, and I will not go through that again..."
A slow shaking sigh filtered through closed jaws when she said Theodore's name. He'd never really asked, but had known that his son had died. But now the reason was clear. What a terrible fate. He hadn't deserved to die in such a horrid way. He kept the emotion at bay, though inside he'd fallen apart. Perhaps the blame couldn't be put completely on Borden, but on all those that had deserted their pack. The only point Alex could think of was that Theodore was dead. <b style="color:#51b85f">"I understand...I understand completely. I'm...I'm so sorry that you and Jaysyek had to go through that." He shook his head, keeping his voice level. <b style="color:#51b85f">"Just tell me where to go." Alexander said after a moment, bending towards the shells again. <b style="color:#51b85f">"speech."
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