Forced to Start Again

The Wolf

Up above is what Raina looks like.

Rusty hues were staring into her darker ones, pure hatred illuminating them. "Bambi, that's not how I taught you to greet people." she mused, not looking the tiniest intimidated by the way his eyes were edging towards a redish color. "What did you do with Kierra?" The expression of Raina switched to one of feigned worry and surprise, "Nothing! Though, I did hear a girl scream your name.. the kind of scream that leads you to think that the owner of it is.. dying." she said, shaking her head."What a shame, maybe you should go get her, she's that way. Go get her, tiger." she grinned, knowing that even though he wanted to kill her in that very moment, doing so would take away from the time that he could be saving Kierra. "I will kill you." he threatened before heading off into the signaled direction.

At least she didn't lie to him, because he started to pick up a scent and he was pretty sure it was the albino's. "Kierra?" he called out, jogging towards her body which was splayed out in the snow. Her skin was ghostly pale. "Raina, you son of a bitch," he cursed, crouching down on his knees beside her. A quiet and pained grunt was muttered from her throat, and he searched for the source of her attempted murder so he could patch her up. He found nothing. There was no sign on how this happened. The thought occurred that maybe they did nothing, but he knew better. Since when would things work out like that. "Xander?" she whispered. "Sh, Kierra, it's okay," he lied, giving her false hope. Inspecting her still body for signs of.. anything, he stopped when he saw a small puncture wound in her neck. Poisoned maybe?

She wasn't going to make it unless he got her to civilization, and he couldn't risk that. No Human was more important than his freedom. No matter what. He should've made her leave as soon as she saved him because then she wouldn't be here dying. Hesitantly, he placed his hand over her nose and mouth. He wasn't going to make her suffer, and he knew there was no way to save her without risking exposing himself. She weakly struggled but he didn't move his hand, keeping the right grip until eventually he listened to her heartbeat stop. He took his hand back. "Oh, Kierra, why didn't you listen to me?" he murmured before pushing himself up, leaving her body there. Someone was bound to find it. She wasn't his problem anymore.

He thought about going after Raina now, but knowing her and how they work, she'd be gone by now. With a sigh, Xander ventured back towards his cave, arms crossed over his chest as he tried to get warmth. He was still only wearing jeans, boots, and a polo shirt, and those were still wet. His fingertips had gone red, and now that the adrenaline had been flushed from his body, he was beginning to feel just how cold he was. He was almost was almost close enough to see the cave through the steady stream of snow, but there was something that stopped him. Another heartbeat. Raina's? No, it was too weak. He stuck his head up as he sniffed the air. A wolf? Was it one of the pup's heartbeats or was it the third weaker one he heard before. For all he knew it could be an injured wolf, and he knew that an injured animal was always more dangerous than a healthy one. Skeptically, he whistled out for the wolf, clicking his tongue. "Hello," he cooed when the wolf was in sight.

The wolf seemed to have done something to it's leg, nothing serious, but it seemed to have lost a lot of blood. He just got done losing Kierra and he didn't want to have to go through this again. "Hey, buddy, I'm not gonna hurt you, alright?" he continue, slowly nearing the injured canine. The wolf didn't appear as if he was intimidated by him at all, or if he was going to try and defend himself like a normal wolf would do. Maybe it got that he wasn't going to hurt it unlike the rest of his pack. Now sitting next to the wolf, he carefully stroked his fur. "I'm Xander," he said softly, mentally scoffing at himself for introducing himself to a wolf. "I'm Freya," came a weak reply which had Xander shocked. The wolf never moved it's lips, but he swore he heard that voice in his head. He knew that his kind had a strong connection with animals, but this was a whole other level.

It only took him a short period of time to accept what happened and what he could do, and after that he tried to make conversation with the wolf. "So, why are you here?" he whispered, anxiously waiting a reply as he added some more wood to his small fire. "I've come here for help, and because I heard that you need a wolf." she responded, of what Xander guessed was a she with a name like Freya. "Ya, that's true, but help with what? Your wound?" Xander held his hands over the fire, rubbing them together. "Indeed, and you are aware that you don't have to speak out loud, are you not?" The alien scoffed, "Of co -" he stopped himself before shutting his eyes, trying to figure out how he exactly he was going to do this. "Of course," he thought, imaging the message being sent to Freya, and with the little luck he had, it worked. "Good job, now, all I need it to have this bandaged." Freya explained and Xander nodded and went outside to go find something which was going to be hard, considering that it was winter. With a sigh of deafeat, he realized what he needed to do.

He sat back down in the cave, using all of his strength to tear off the short sleeves of his shirt, both of them. And afterhe did that he began to carefully wrap them around the wound. "Is that better?" Freya nodded. At least it was for her, all Xander could think about how cold he was, and he knew putting on wet clothes would only make matters worse. "Would it be okay if I.. y'know, shared your warmth?" Xander hesitantly asked, hating how pathetic and needy he sounded. Freya nodded again so Xander laid between he and the cave wall, still combing his fingers through her thick, white coat. "Good night, Xander." He smiled. "Good night, Freya."