Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Thirty-Five

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Sage stood out beside the mountain, she had almost forgotten to warn the pack about the silver located here—Which made communicating extremely challenging.
When Remus and a group had managed to go up, it was only a handful. Everyone here had an experience with silver once in their lives, some more than others.

So it was difficult to say who was struggling more than the rest, other than the pups, of course. It was pure torture for their little minds, and they even said it was worse than the altitude pressure from the plane ride.
Which made Sage give the pack breaks much more frequently.

"We're almost there, Luna," Torin said with a slight nod, and Sage frowned. "No, a storm is coming." The male had almost smirked had he not seen the turmoil in the young wolf's face, the burden had been placed on her shoulders for some time now that he sighed.

"It will be alright. They cannot fault you." Yes. They could.

It felt like a never-ending cycle of snow being her worst enemy, had she known it was going to be this bad, she would have mentally prepared for this type of torture. 

The whole journey felt slow, and Sage's actions felt sluggish in terms of plowing throw the gentle snow. And what was worse was that she collapsed out of pure exhaustion by midday, her motivation and devotion having masked her greatly.

Sage?!

Andy's frantic voice filled her mind as his beast went ahead and licked her cheeks. A steady whine escaped her, she didn't know what was wrong other than a gentle wave of sleep that threatened to loom over her.

It could be the silver, it's fresher when it hasn't been mined out. We'll settle nearby. It's all we can do for right now, especially with this storm coming in harder.

No! I'm fine. I can—

Andy's growl had silenced Sage's excuse. Torin's reasoning sounded plausible, and yet, it wasn't truly what was bothering Sage. The stress and the constant movement without a home was starting to weigh on her.

I'm not feeling so hot myself, maybe it's better if we head in for the night.

The Beta female had deemed, and thus it was decided. However, the chirping of Holly's Robin had called to the group of wolves and other beasts of her arrival. "There's a forcefield off that way, I don't know what it is, but it feels like a coven is hiding a getaway retreat in these mountains." She deemed and Sage whined out loud.

No, Crescent Moon facility. It's old and evil.

Andy had remained still, there was unsure tension in her voice, and he remembered a bit that Sage had mentioned a structor in the mountain—But no part of him wanted to venture further to search for it.

Nor risk the pack like that.

Sir? What's the plan?

He shifted to skin, wanting the witches to hear this as well, as he squeezed his fist and sunk further into the snow. "We go forward. Birds, scope out what you can but don't touch the forcefield. We'll deal with that as a pack." There had been a combined set of yowls and other noises that fell in line with an agreement.

"Is it the pup?" He questioned, his large hand coming to gently rub through her stomach's fur. Yet the small whimper was followed by a huff.
"It's alright, hun. We covered a lot of ground. Can you shift back?" She nodded, and thus Andy took a step back, however, the sudden chant of whines caused the rest of the wolves surrounding them to shoot their attention off towards them both.

Elena had come instantly beside Sage and sniffed her gently, there didn't seem to be anything wrong on the outside, but clearly, something was causing her pain.