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Curly | insurgent warrior | location: insurgent camp |mentions: sleep

curly poked her head up, the etched mark of suprise on her face fading into a gentle smile. " actually.. no. is there anything you would like me to do?" curly stood and gently shook her fur- taking caution to not shoot snow at isa. " like- i can do anything that's needed." propition fueled her tone as she gazed warmly at her higher up.

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Lyrik | Location: Unclaimed lands | Mentions: (Indirect) Isa, Quillion, Jet, Aramis

He hadn't been alive for very long, although restless days and nights seemed to drag on for eons to come. He had a past, a mate, maybe a family, although all of that was gone now. He couldn't recall the look of their faces. Of course, he had remembered Isa. What she had looked like was gone from his memory now, but that incident was unforgettable. But now, he was roaming through empty streets with only four paws. It was difficult surviving on his own in the midst of winter, but he had done so for years. The snow was hard to trot through along with the cold that soaked into him with his thin fur. Winters were harsh, and he wasn't built for that type of weather. Yet he had to withstand it anyway. There was a nearby rat trail, a small snack, but crucial if he'd want to survive. It was a bit dangerous to go much further, as he could be easily lead into one of the two packs' territory. And one of them was lead by Isa. The scents of their scent posts were strong, and it was concerning the fact that the rat was headed straight into Insurgent territory. Would he risk it? If he was to be caught by Isa he would be sure to get chased out. Could he see a glimpse of his pups? If they were still alive? He decided that he'd just get the rat and go, he'd done that multiple times in Abolition's territory. Surely they wouldn't find him if he was careful right?

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Shadow | Insurgent Territory | Quillion, Aramis
Shadow growled softly as Quillion moved to stand, pressing their head against his chest to keep him from getting up. "I told you not to move! The snow hasn't settled yet!" They huffed in annoyance, gently pushing him back onto his haunches. They took a step back suddenly, their ears and tail lowered. "Oh, I'm sorry if that was too close..." They looked down, their face growing warmer under their thick fur.

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Name: Slip | Location: insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa
:he looked up at her, his gaze was curious and innocent...... moldable..... :

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Daivik | Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa, Curly
Daivik stood almost instantly, moving forwards to stand near the smaller, golden dog- although maintaining a very respectful distance. "Yes, ma'am." Yes, that's reasonable... No pack dog should be on their own as of late. He looked down at Curly as Isa turned away. "Shall we?" He motioned towards the hospital doors with his long snout, gem-green eyes glistening. Despite being a very serious dog, he did appreciate being able to get out of the dimly-lit building.

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Curly | insurgent warrior | location: insurgent camp |mentions: sleep, lemon

she nodded, feeling quite felicitous with isa. what an amazing leader.. as soon as daivik was mentioned she snapped in his direction. " hi! i don't think we've met! i'm curly- and yes! let's!" the smaller dog pranced in place with a happy smile.

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Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Border
Mentions: Shadow, Fiochmar, Quillon(Directly)

"Why would Abolition kill either of us? I know our packs are on bad terms, but murder?" At this Aramis's face noticably fell a little,her large floppy ears pulling back and her paws shifting uncomfortably. Ah— right, he wasn't there when the murder occurred. Although Aramis remained silent, the expression on her face most definitely hinted at something far from good. How could she even start with her explanation? Should she? RIght here, right now?
The awkward silence on her end continued on until her brother spoke up not too long after.
"You'll have to fill me in later..." Aramis felt relieved at the sound of that. "Oh I will." She said a little grimly, shaking the unease that settled on her hackles with a shake of her lean frame.
Her head would turn to see the Abolition warrior, who had stepped farther away from the border to sniff around at where Quilon and the loner was fighting, based on the blood soaked, stirred snow. She looked mildly irriitated at this but stayed silent, turning back to see Shadow walking towards Quillon with snow held in their jaws. She'd watch rather quizzically as Shadow pressed it into Quillons wound, understanding what they explained its purpose.

"You're supposed to put pressure on it too, no?" She asked, but she sounded unsure. She's lived long enough to see Raymond do her thing when it comes to wounds, and Aramis assumed thats something she'd do for bleeding. But; Aramis wasn't no healer, nor did she know much about herbs, so she really couldn't be certain. Still, he didn't think too much about it. The wound was deep, for sure, and it looked like the blood flow was slowing ever so slightly. She cringed as she watched the snow slowly turned a deep shade of red, an ear pricking in the direction of the abolition dame, her head soon turning to look at her. "Nice meeting you all!" She was surprised that she was so friendly despite Aramis baring her teeth at her moments prior, the spotted scout watching the other dart away back into her own territory. "Ah- She saved my life and I didn't even get her name." Rather unfortunate that Aramis acted so aggressively towards her then. At least Shadow thanked her on Aramis's behalf. She was so wrapped up in her brothers condition she barely thought about giving her thanks for saving him. To be fair, Aramis often did place Quillon higher than others. It was her brother, after all. Same goes for Jet.

"You'll spot her around again." She said in a hopeful tone, watching her brother stand to his paws. "I guess I can't avoid going back home any longer, huh?" Aramis lifted her chin slightly. "I'll you drag you back home by your tail if I have to." Her tone had hardened, but she still held a lighthearted, amused tone as she spoke. Would she really do that if he refused to come home? She'd sure try. She jumped slightly at Shadow's growl, Aramis's eyes narrowing at the other as they moved to gently push him back down to his haunches. "I told you not to move! The snow hasn't settled yet!" Aramis pushed out her own, small growl as she suddenly grew protective over her brother, nudging Shadow back, albeit a little harshly. Still, it was the least she could have done. If it were anybody else it'd be a different story. "You pushing him like that is making him move more!" She spat out at them rather coldly, leering at them before she'd look back at Quillon, worry sparking in her gaze as she saw more blood seep into the snow on his flank. She wasn't truly mad, just extremely worried, but it could easily be seen as the former.
"We just need to get home, please. Sure the bleeding will stop but it's just going to start again when he starts walking. We just need to get home to Raymond, now. We aren't too far." She'd cringe slightly at how desperate she sounded.

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Kahno | Abolition Warrior | Location: Abolition Territory | Mentions: Shatter, Fiochmhar (Indirectly)

"Maybe it won't be so bad." He trudged along in the dense snow, his thin body moving slowly in the thick ice. His thoughts had roamed back to the injured dog, the guilt on her face sat stark against shadows of his dull mind. "It doesn't matter, the leaders will keep her in check. It isn't our-- my business." The tall dog growled to himself, shaking his head as he shambled along, stepping over some rubble along the way.

Time had passed while Kahno had been out, and he had yet to do what he'd set out to. Sigh. I forgot to hunt for her. The thought passed as the dog lowered his head in displeasure. "Maybe she hasn't eaten yet." He spoke, loudly for once, his tail wagged gently with the wind.

Demesu | Loner | Location: Outside the territories | Mentions: N/A

The mutt lifted his large head to look around the empty building. His blue eyes watching the door for a moment as the dust came to settle in the old structure. Demesu's body was soon to lift from the floor as he slowly gained back his confidence in the safety of this building. Heavy paws padded forward, bringing the thick-furred dog closer to the door. "I should've stayed home, I could've come out with mother. Maybe then I wouldn't have run into that "bear" or whatever it was." Demesu says shuddering, his body pulling him forward out of the building and down the stairs. "Now if only I can figure out where I am."

Sana | Loner | Location: Outside the territories | Mentions: Fiorello (Indirectly)

She hadn't noticed the eyes on her, her mind was too focused on finding her son. The sparsely spotted dog lowered her head to the ground, her nose breathing in the fading scent of her child. Hobbling through the heavy snow, Sana slowly made her way further in the city, her three legs working hard to carry her thinner body.

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Raymond | Location: Abandoned Hospital (Insurgent Camp) | Mentions: None

Raymond shivered in the cold, now looking out the window as she watched the white snow fall lightly onto the streets. Small puffs of cold air came out of her mouth, she inhaled and got back onto her four legs as she wandered the hospital. No dog would come here right? It's freezing cold over here... but at least I'm safe! The dog thought to herself before laying down onto a ragged large pieced of cloth that was stained with blood, Raymond laid her head onto her paws. The old dog slowly falling asleep.

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Shadow | Insurgent Territory | Quillion, Aramis
Shadow whimpered as Aramis pushed them away, leaning away from her rough shoving. Their eyes took on a slightly hurt look until Aramis turned away. They sighed softly through their nose and looked at the snow on Quillion's wound. "It's bleeding so fast... I'll need to change it sooner than I thought." They whispered to themself, taking a paw and scratching at bit at the snow to see how bright the red was closer to the wound. They sent a warning glare to Quillion and Aramis. "I need to change the snow already, and I'll need to press on it this time since you insist on going home right now. I need you to stay still Quillion, no matter how much it hurts. And Aramis, I need you to let me do what I need to do. This is going to hurt, but if you stop me, it's more likely he'll bleed out before we make it home." They closed their eyes at the last statement, pain flickering across their features for a moment before they regained control of themself. They began by setting up the new snow pad, then removing the old one. There were chunks of snow still stuck to the wound and Shadow took a moment to lick these off before looking back up at the two dogs. "Are you ready?" They waited a moment, watching for a response. "Alright, here we go." They picked up the second snow pad and gently laid on top of the wound, then lifted their paw and pushed it in, blocking the rest of the world from their mind as they focused on applying the proper amount of pressure to the wound to close it partially.

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Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Border
Mentions: Shadow, Quillon(Directly)

Looking back at Shadow, she felt a small pang of guilt at the hurt look that flitted on their features, backing away from Shadow to give Quillon and them some appropriate room. Was she too rough? She didn't mean to upset the other— she just wants to make sure Quillon was okay. She shook her head, settling herself on her haunches as she sent Shadow an apologetic look. "I'm sorry— I didn't mean to push you that hard. I'm just—" She broke her gaze, not finishing her sentence as she looked at the general direction of where camp was, a frown on her pretty features. Seeing the blood flow faster seemed to distress Aramis further, the dame standing to her paws, this time not moving to harshly shove the other away, but this time to pace in a small line, tail stiff. He's going to be okay, don't fret. He won't die, he can't. She repeate to herself in her head, which only calmed her nerves a little.
"I need to change the snow already, and I'll need to press on it this time since you insist on going home right now. I need you to stay still Quillion, no matter how much it hurts. And Aramis, I need you to let me do what I need to do. This is going to hurt, but if you stop me, it's more likely he'll bleed out before we make it home." Aramis nodded, still looking back at camp was but still offering a response in a huff. "Alright, please hurry." She said, gazing over her shoulder at Shadow and her brother before she'd speak again. "You guys reckon I find some more of us to help bring him back? You can tend to him while I do so." She asked, looking between the two expectantly. If she stayed here she was just going to get more antsy as time went on, and what if while they were coming back home they'd be attacked by another loner? Specifically the one that attacked Quillon? She wasn't that close too, but the brute looked massive. Aramis didn't want to fight that with just she and Shadow alone.


Vanadis | Loner Pup | Location: Unclaimed Territory, Abandoned Storehouse
Mentions: Roland(Indirectly)

Thick snow crunched underpaw as the wolf pup traversed the snowy streets of Chernobyl, her long legs making it easy for her to plod through the thick blanket of snow. And if she ever needed to, she resorted to hopping her way through, which surprisingly, didn't seem to tire her much. Her paws fell in uncertain, wary steps, eyes wide in glistening with uncertainty, darting around every different corner. her ears were pulled back against her head, but she was still perfectly able to listen up if there was danger nearby. The cold failed to cut throgh her dense coat, protecting her from the cold, even if a breeze now and then buffetted at her fluff. A puppy as young as her shouldn't be out here alone, and Vanadis knew that, but she had a purpose, which was clear in the way she walked. Her parents and older sister hadn't returned home after the blizzard, and it's been 2 days since then. She found it perfectly reasonable to take it upon herself to track down where they were, even though she doesn't know where to start, where to look, and which direction they took. But everyone starts out somewhere, right? She'd find them, hopefully soon. This optimistic, hopeful view was the reason why she didn't turn back after the first few hours of searching. Their tracks would have been covered by the onslaught of falling snow, and also washed away their scent. If there were traces anyway, they would have been very faint, and Vanadis's nose just isn't that sharp yet. At least she knew to watch out for danger. Her peers taught her well enough how to do that. Especially because this place looks familiar to the descriptions of a territory her peers informed her of as a warning, guarded viciously by some brute. She filed to recall what he went by, something with an R? The thought of running into such a beast frightened her.

After turning so many corners and cutting through so many streets without keeping track of where she was, Vanadis found herself lost, which sent cruel claws of unease and even fear to clutch at her chest. She could go back and follow her trail sure, but there were some large expanses where they wasn't as much snow, and she crossed through a few buildings at some point here and there, thinking that maybe her family could have been there. Her hope wasn't running thin quite yet though. Her eyes suddenly darted over to a building surrounded with thick vegetation that stuck out from the white-washed city, her steps slowing to a stop as she peered curiously at it. Her tail, which was originally held close to her back legs, started to wave slowly back and forth behind her as she stared at the building. She thought hopefully, and with another wary gaze analyzing her general area, she quickly trudged through the snow across the street, hopping now and then once the snow got too high for her huge paws and long legs to plow through. As she got close to the vegetation her pace slowed, taking care to let her paws fall as quietly as they could as she approached cautiously. Her snout thrust through the wall of green, and soon her head and body followed through, her ears held high on her head as her head waved around, looking for a possible entrance. She spot the glass door with ease, wandering up to it, gaze flashing at them curiously.

She pawed at the door, her claws scraping against the glass quite noisily which made her head tilt, the corner of her lips tugged downward in a small frown as the doors refused to open, nor budge. Not like she could push it open if it were unlocked, anyway. She wasn't about to give up yet, though, nosing around the door until she saw a sizable hole in the corner. With a triumphant huff she easily slid through, shaking her coat out once she was successfully inside. At once the scent of mice and rat hit her nostrils, making her mouth water. She wasn't very fond of rats, but she did like to have mice now and then. Vanadis probably wouldn't be able to catch one unless they fell right into her jaws, unfortunately, but she still held onto some hope that maybe she could. She did get some hunting lessons, after all. Speaking of hunting, whens the last time she ate? What, 3-4 days ago? her tongue swiped around her jaws at the thought. Walking further into the abandoned storehouse, her claws clacked against the hard floor, the wolfdog puppy blissfully unaware of the brute sitting in the far corner of the store as she searched around.

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