Anywhere but here.....

[Daryl]

Limp, sodden paws beat wearily against the rocks as the fae struggled to stay on her feet. Her fur was matted and waterlogged, and stunk of salt. Glittering sand clung to each hair, staining her light grey pelt a dusty yellow colour. Pain coursed through every nerve of her body, screaming, "STOP!". And eventually, that was all she could do. With a moan of pain she collapsed, not caring, or even noticing, that she had collapsed on hard rock on the slopes of a mountain, simply trying not to faint as her entire body began to throb with another wave of pain.

There was a small, nervous mewing as a small, sodden ball of fur tried to crawl underneath her dripping fur. The tiny pup was shivering with cold, wetter than her mother, if that was possible. She too was coated in sand, small patches of white fur shining through. She whimpered again, snuggling deep into her mother's fur.

The fae smiled briefly as her cub cuddled in beneath her, then lay her head down against the hard earth and looked around, her deep amber eyes scanning the surroundings. A few rocks scattered around, and the huge black slope of the mountain in front of her, the stormy ocean that had carried them here sprawling behind her. She shut her eyes tight, and muttered, "Dear God, anywhere but here..."

[Kit]

A soft white mist leaked over the two wolves. It was a gust of warmth that only the pup could see. In this mist, a wolf took form. She laid down beside both pup and mother, her own body quite warm. She let out a howl while she laid there, only heard by the pure and willing. It held hope. Kuraku would stay beside the struggling pair until another figure appeared.

[Daryl]

Fleur woke suddenly, to a howl ringing in her ears. She jumped bolt upright, spinning in circles for some time as she tried to work out where the howl had come from. It sounded close, but they were alone on the slope. She bounded up the slopes and onto a large, smooth boudler, and once more began to yip and spin in dizzy circles out of sheer confusion. She let out a loud yip as her foot slipped and she fell, spinning madly, from the rock, rolling some way before Aura, wakened by her pup's yips and attempts at howls, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck with her mouth, and lifted her back onto her feet.
"Come on, we'd best keep moving." Unexplainably, the moisture had dried from her fur in just a few minutes, leaving Fleur looking much like a small furball, her fluffy pup fur sticking out in odd directions like an afro. Mewing slightly at the sudden onset of pace, Fleur trotted at her mother's side, matching her stride as best she could. She glanced back at the small cloud of white mist that lay behind them. She hadn't bothered to tell Aura about it because surely she had seen it too. Pup logic at it's best.

[Ayeira]

A faint howl ripped through her dreams, dragging the black she-wolf to conciousness. She raised her head from the icy snow bank, her dark eyes dull with pain. There were others, perhaps closer than she had thought, also fighting their way through Death Mountain. She stood, her legs surprisingly steady, and stepped out of the small den she had sheltered in. The scent of trees and snow around her confused her, mixing the faint wolf scent with that of pine. A drop of scarlet flashed from her leg into the snow. She glanced down at it in an irritated manner, her eyes narrowing at the small red patch behind her. A snarl ripped through her lips as she dragged herself away. Pulling herself up a small rise in the snow bank, she leapt onto a rock ledge, ignoring the protesting splashes of scarlet flying behind her. Ayeira's howl split the still air, answering, questioning...