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"Nothing changed."  Hmph. Nirco's soundless snarl made Cha's fur ripple angrily, and she simply snorted in response. Yeah, whatever you say Silent-paws. As he moved and the silence settled in between them, her blue eyes followed him like a shadow, unwilling to drop from him. Now that the first suddenness of the whole ordeal was past, she looked at him closer, inspecting the way his fur fit his frame, catching the way his eyes darted between Bjorn and her. He was awfully interested in the young pup, a fact that made the silver vixen warm with pride.  "What happened to you?" Nirco was the first to break the silence, watching her with those unblinking, blue orbs. She shuddered internally, reigning in her sexual deviant before it had a chance to sway her current irritability with the black wolf. He was still just as gorgeous as when they'd met all those moons ago. He was strong and well built with those broad shoulders, that thick fur, and those eyes, oh those eyes... Focus. Chalandra narrowed her eyes and forced herself to mull over an acceptable answer for the male. By now it was clear that Nirco meant her no harm, and as Bjorn was beginning to squeak softly for his mother, she relented and nestled down next to her son. He wiggled for a few moments and she watched hesitantly, before finally nudging him into a better position to nurse. Her eyes turned slowly back to Nirco, considering him for a long while before she spoke. Her voice turned soft and became absent to all her previous vexation and fire. She was, admittedly, quite tired.  "I moved on," Chalandra's pale eyes grew sad for a moment before she leaned down and licked Bjorn's head roughly. "There were two. The first was dead before he was alive. Not exactly a good season for pups." She glanced up from Bjorn to judge Nirco's reaction but shyly looked away before he would notice her inspecting him. What was there really to say? Surely he didn't want all the nitty gritty details of her rejection, her fall into slavery, her reckless night with that white male, the ensuing pregnancy, her lack of nutrition, and Sinead's continuous beatings. Nor did she want to tell him those things. She'd lived the days enough. Recounting them, in any capacity, wouldn't ever be necessary. She'd artlessly had a fall from grace, Eperna help her. And she'd managed to lose more than herself in the fallout.  Speaking of... Chalandra glanced across the den towards a small tunnel that led further into the earth. She still needed to bury her other son. The pain and grief had been too fresh when the pair had been born two days earlier. But the more she waited, the more she found other things to occupy her time, and a further, primordial fierceness to keep Bjorn living beat deeply inside her. What if she left the living to bury the dead and he was taken as well, by chills, foxes, or otherwise? She'd never forgive herself. Burial and acceptance of her loss would have to wait until she could find time between meals for herself and nursing Bjorn.  The fog was closing in again. Chalandra blinked a few times, trying to clear her head. The warmth of the den, the lack of a meal, the rhythmic heartbeat of Bjorn against her chest... Blindly, she tried to shake off the waves of numbness. Her eyes groped around the den's slate walls for Nirco's and when she met them, the blue locked. She needed to center herself on that idea. That he was here. That Bjorn was alive. And that, up until this exact moment, Sinead hadn't found her or her young pup. There was hope yet. Chalandra, her eyes struggling to focus against the tug of sleep and faint hunger, murmured a coo to her pup before presenting his name for the first time to the world.  "His name is Bjorn. For the strength of bears." Iudex knowing, he'd sure as hell need it. 

It was with a racing heart and fraying nerves that Chalandra slunk along the brushes of Einheit's most verdant section, which by all accounts wasn't very green at all. There were, at maximum, five small tumbleweeds that posed heartily as noble forest brambles, given away by their sparseness and lack of vibrancy. They were just enough, either due to Chalandra's skinny frame or general lack of mass, to shelter the grey she-wolf from her prey for the time being. The land was dry and devoid of life besides Chalandra, the fleeting sparrow she stalked, and the very scrub bushes that stood between them; time ticked ever forward as they all stood still against the howling of the wind. Had there not been a breezy chill across the desert, the day could have been mistaken for summer's arid conditions. Seasons in Einheit were revolving, changing only in temperature, forever lost to the hues of khaki, tan, and drab beige. And like the land itself, Chalandra's life was beginning to see double. With a mighty heave, the sklavin launched herself at the tiny, perched bird. Claws scraped vainly at the sky and a cry escaped her as the bird skittered away into the blue realm. She leaped once more before staring disparagingly at the retreating black form. The sparrow's chirp was lost to the wind that rattled grounded pebbles and gusts threatened Chalandra with more than one lost meal as they raced over the land and chilled into her fur. It was, no doubt, winter in Einheit.  The silver she-wolf blinked away from the sky, scanning the horizon with her blue eyes. There was nothing here to provide her pups with. There was nothing to keep her milk flowing. There was, quiet obviously, nothing here at all. Frustration bubbled at the back of Chalandra's throat as she nervously considered the situation and she clenched her jaw to hold back the howls of desperation that would give her position away. She'd been gone long enough from the den and her pup, but she also had nothing to show for her time away. What use was it to return with nothing for the life that depended on her? She'd already lost one... Whining softly, Chalandra lowered her head to the ground and sniffed desperately, hoping beyond hope that she could find something, anything to return to the den with. A lizard, some berries, a tasty root to chew on... Please Eperna. At the scent of a possible meal, she trotted slowly forward, ambling this way and that way as the images of hare grew stronger and stronger. It would no doubt be small, but it didn't matter. She'd eat the carcass of one of her own at this point. And then, before she had even the slightest moment to concede further, the wind took a sharp turn and the aroma was replaced by another, sharper and bolder smell. It was a odor she knew, one she had hoped for, one she had grown angry with. It was, unmistakably, Nirco.  Chalandra pulled up in shock, her eyes wide and her ears splayed flat as emotions swept through her, mimicking the gales across her home. It couldn't be. It wasn't. And yet, whether she admitted it or not, Nirco's scent was as fresh and pungent as the milky, puppy smells on herself. Flustered with herself and oddly heart-achingly worried for her young son, Chalandra dashed towards her den, eyes alight and her thin body trembling. Something wasn't right about this. Something had to be wrong. Something inside her screamed to move faster, that her son was in danger, that Nirco couldn't be there, that it all was a trick, a trick, a trick--and she moved like water as she ran in response to her mind, her heart racing, her thudding chest unsettled and agonizing over her young, innocent pup.  She skidded slightly as she entered the den, ignoring the ache in her paws from the harsh sand and grit that lay embedded there, forcing herself to shrink to the den walls for the sake of reaching her son. She burst into the main den with a snarl on her lips against the strength of Nirco's scent; it had grown completely and utterly indisputable and the fury and hurt buried within the she-wolf released itself as she made to crouch over her small, grey look-a-like, teeth bared and eyes narrowed. However thin and gaunt she now looked was probably easily apparent, but she pushed the thought away, staring unyielding into the male's similar blue gaze.  "You," she breathed heavily, her voice raspy from disuse. It was then that she paused to collect herself, her head buzzing and a faint fog threatening to cloud her senses if she wasn't careful. Chalandra, charged with adrenaline for her young, ignored the feeling and simply narrowed her eyes in clear judgement as she spoke. "I didn't know you were into pups these days. Oh, how things change." She was still breathing heavily, and forced her muscles to remain tensed, her fur spiked and her claws kneading the den's earthen floor. It pained her for a moment to be so abrasive with him, but then she remembered the way he had denied her and the walls built themselves back up. Try me. Just try me, you b*tch.

At the climax of their conversation, with Chalandra waiting for the pleasure she expected and Nirco battling his internal desires, there was a sneeze. The she-wolf, so surprised with the noise, blinked a few times before looking over to where the noise had come from. From the nearby brush slipped a small female, her ears and tail pulled down in some version of shame. The words that came out of her mouth were shaky and almost obligatory for the whole situation, and Chalandra noticed with narrowed eyes that the she-wolf refused to meet Nirco's gaze. Interesting. "H-hello Nirco," Nirco had immediately responded with a sharp turn to meet the stranger and a threatening growl, but the noise died halfway and Chalandra's ears pricked to catch the male's response. "Echo? What are you doing here?" And then, as if she'd grown disgusting to him at a moment's notice, Nirco shot Chalandra a rude glower from where he stood between the two females. Indignation flared within Chalandra and she snarled softly, her irritation at the suddenness of the situation and the closeness to her goal having been snatched away rubbing painfully on her temper. Where the hell had she come from? Hadn't her mother taught her better than snooping around in business that wasn't her own? And we were so close... The silver she-wolf had half a mind to stalk over and wipe the prude fear off of Echo's face, but instead breathed deeply, pulled herself off the ground, and moved to stand parallel to Nirco. For a moment an uncomfortable silence fell between them, and for once in her life, Chalandra was at a loss for what to do next. Should she take her exit now? These two definitely weren't strangers, and as soon as she moved her gaze from Echo, Chalandra could almost feel the judgments starting from the strange new female. Echo had caught them having fun--so what? They were adults. They could make those decisions for themselves. Besides, who was she to look at her like that? Prig. "Take a roll in the bush, did you?" It was a calm grin that spread across Nirco's face, and something inside Chalandra retracted at the sight. Out of all the females to encounter the pair of them at the Mesa, it just had to be one that he knew. Ugh. How could she turn this around effectively? Thinking quickly, Chalandra bumped her muzzle playfully into Nirco's shoulder before moving to greet Echo, rubbing her pelt close enough to brush fur. She'd show her the true definition of being sexual. "I mean, I'm perfectly fine entertaining a party of three if you're more into that scene." The flirtatious demeanor was back, trying vainly to overcome the interruption that had shattered her closest attempt to catch Nirco's affection. Her blue eyes fluttered as she circled the female to stand beside her, nudging her encouragingly. "Come on, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it, doll." And if not, he's all mine. Inwardly the she-wolf snarled; outwardly, her expression was all seduction. Either this would work or it wouldn't. Frankly, she hated the thought of a third-time-around rejection. Maybe she could find Zy if Nirco didn't come to his senses...

As Echo slipped precariously off the Mesa's side, Chalandra's stomach lurched. No wolf would ever survive that fall, Eperna on their side or not. Blue eyes wide and heart thudding, Chalandra slunk forward after Nirco but stood off to the side, unwilling to risk losing her own self to the cliff side for a wolf she'd just become acquaintances with. "Come on Echo, lift yourself back up!" Chalandra flinched at the sudden emotion that gushed from the black male and watched as he moved ever closer to the red she-wolf and the gaping emptiness of the Mesa's rockfall. Nirco was practically dangling himself off to encourage Echo and Chalandra growled softly as her nerves bounced uncomfortably through her. If Nirco went over the edge with his friend, who would she save first? Would I save either of them? The thought briefly crossed the silver female's mind before she erased it completely--yes. Of course she would. She cared for Nirco, no matter how different the two of them were in practically everything wolfish. After a few struggling, huffing moments, Echo reached farther and pulled herself safely onto stable ground. A sigh could be heard from Chalandra, but she hardly noticed; what Echo did next surprised her almost as much as the outbreak of tears over the dead pups had. Burying her face in Nirco's fur, Echo sobbed uncontrollably and Chalandra stiffened uncomfortably. Nirco himself seemed utterly blown away by the whole course of events, but he remained steadfast for his friend. As she watched them in that brief moment, something bubbled anxiously inside Chalandra. As the two broke apart, Chalandra's mind remained on how they had stood; not just the way they connected, but the way Nirco had accepted her embrace without a hint of revulsion as she was so prone to receiving. The green feeling rushed through her veins, cold and burning at the same time. It left her breathing deeply and quickly, and she missed Echo's apology completely. "It's nice to meet you Cha." Cha? No, no, no. That was Nirco's nickname for her now, not hers. Pulling her ears back in slight vexation, Chalandra was swift to correct Echo's mistake. "It's Chalandra. Just Chalandra." Short, sweet and to the point. As soon as she said it, the silver she-wolf noticed how harsh her words sounded, but she made no move to retract them, instead focusing on Echo's next response to her question. "We have not been in a pack together for quite some time. It seems that fate keeps bringing us together, but I will not drag Nirco back with me. I... I don't have much power to do so..." "Not unless you come with me," Come with him? Had she heard him right? Quirking a brow at Nirco curiously, Chalandra hardly had a decent moment to digest Nirco's subtle hint before Echo was doing something else rather artless. "I am so sorry for acting and speaking out of context, lady and lord." What is wrong with this she-wolf? Chalandra gazed uncomprehendingly at Echo, stooped at her general behavior. She had blubbered tears out twice, nearly fallen off a mesa, and was now bowing like a lowly sklavin before both her and Nirco's paws. Silence and two blinking eyes were her only response as she carefully considered the red fur before her. "Echo, you are not a slave out here. Maybe back in your pack, but not here. We are your friends, not your dominors, and you can speak to us however you want." Not knowing what to say, Chalandra simply nodded her head in approval and acceptance of what Nirco had said. Everything was too confusing with this female here and Cha desperately wanted to get away, let fresher air clear her head. Maybe she could find Zy again for some regular fun. She'd expected a good night out of Nirco, and all she'd gotten was a male that played hard-to-get all the time. Well, most of the time. He made her chase him seemingly in circles only to say something that could hint at a future together in some fashion. Hmph. She needed something to make these issues black and white again... "Well. It's been an absolute pleasure meeting you, Echo, but I should probably be on my way." And then, roughly, she added the second bit on to the first. "Maybe we could all catch up later. Hunting or something." Chalandra furrowed her brows in contemplation of something the three of them could do together, but she kept coming back to the original threesome proposal. Better not bring that up again for quite a while, if ever... The she-wolf moved a few paces away before pausing, casting a hesitant glance back at Nirco and Echo. "Maybe the day after next?" However much she yearned to be next to Nirco, Echo's presence was unyielding and worrisome. She needed space.