<span style="font-weight: bold">"We hear anything about the other pack?" She couldn't quite help herself, cocking her head to the side a bit. "They can't have just disappeared. Maybe we ought to be keeping better tabs on 'em." It was all she would say, and she breathed out pointedly before working to move on.</span><br/><br/>Her eyes shown of dark emotions for a brief second while her thoughts swept over the images of the other pack that resided in this very valley. A handsome face covered her vision and felt her throat tighten at the loss of him. She stabbed at the meat again taking the rest of the meat off of the carcass. She threw the bones off to the side where they kept scraps, just encase someone wanted to chew on one of the bones later. She was quite for a moment then decided Michelle needed a reply.<br/><br/>"I have not heard anything. Nor have I seen any sign of them on any of my patrols. But who knows perhaps Thomas has heard a thing or two on the wind." She said while she turned a few steaks so that she didn't burn them. Kakasha admits that she is not the best of cooks, but she is learning. Just like any of them there is room for improvement, for everyone. So she was learning, one way or another.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I can't imagine having a mate." She changed the subject after a moment or two, shaking her head and trying to ignore the part of her that remembered how good it had felt to just let go and maim something for a change. "Just not in my equation. Not likely to live long enough to make good on it, the way I run, you know?"</span><br/><br/>"I had a mate... It was rather lovely...But I'm sure you will find a suited male. You don't have to live long enough to have one, but simply enjoy the pleasantry of their company in the time that you do have them." She said while continuing to flip the large pieces of steak hoping Aiden would show up soon to take over cooking, or the rest of them would show up so she didn't keep trying to keep the food warm.<br/><br/>Soon the sounds of people rustling around, causing the branches to sway and twigs to snap underneath their feet. The first wave of smells told of new comers and she immediately held up her skinning knife in a defensive manner and crouched in front of the fire pit ready to attack who ever the people were. She was about to spring when familiar scents filled her nostrils and realized Thomas had brought the werewolf back who had made that horrid howl. Her knife dropped to her side as soon as she saw a giant white werewolf being helped. "He must of made that howl." She muttered quietly to herself. He seemed very weak but he still managed a wave, he was friendly that's a good sign.<br/><br/>Kakasha mustered up a smile and waited till she spotted Thomas to go back to her spot, her blade needed cleaning but she wanted to make sure he knew she didn't just let a stranger come and lay on their skins, and that she was doing her job in protecting the den. She noticed Aiden slip past and into the den, she was still looking damp which brought a smirk to her lips and a snicker to her throat, oh was she going to have fun teasing her today.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">She drew her knife and poked the meat, â€œAgain you are burning the meat Kakasha,â€ she teased her packmate. â€œI thought we agreed that I would do the cooking since that time you took that beautiful tender venison and turned it into shoe leather?â€ she grinned as she used her knife to flip the steaks. </span><br/><br/>Finally the chuckle emerged as her pack-mate made a remark about her cooking. "Well if you weren't off enjoying a nice swim in the creek I wouldn't be having to cook... though I believe I did a fairly good job this time." She pointed past her to the steak her knife was poked into. "See there is still a little pink." Her tongue slid out, barley reveling it's self from between her lips and she joshed around with the other female.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Then as an afterthought, â€œAnyone know what day it is? Eryan was supposed to be back this week...â€ she said her voice full of concern as she stared into the flames.</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4040BF">"Tuesday... What happened out there?" He asked, motioning to the white wolf with his blade.</span></span><br/><br/>Aiden then explained the senario that played out in the woods that morning for the other pack members who were not present, after that she picked on Kakasha a little more then went along with the order of who will be getting first dibs on food. A smile rose on her face as Aiden picked the best of her steaks and gave it to Thomas, she was glad her kill could feed them all and there still be plenty left over, it made her feel good inside.<br/><br/>Kakasha waited a little bit before going and grabing her food. She knew there would be enough but wanted to make sure the others got pretty good pieces before herself, she wasn't to picky when it came to meat choice for she could almost always pick off all the good meat. Ever since joining this pack she has never gone hungry. She was still knawing away at her hunk of meat when Servai spoke up, her meal finished.<span style="font-weight: bold"> â€œWell, hereâ€™s where I say my â€˜compliments to the chef.â€™â€ She chuckled under her breath.</span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #8040FF">"Overcooked or not... this looks, and smells, fantastic Kakasha, thank you!" Smiling a grateful smile at this morning's chef, Alan dug in.</span></span>"Why thank you. I try to learn as much as I can." she said honestly humbled by the compliments.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I am good I had a whole rabbit earlier." David said as he watched Aiden bring a plate of food to Thomas who David figured was the alpha. David sat down near the white wolf and looked around at the pack his eyes stopping at the one that looked like a pin cushion. <br/><br/>"What the fuck happened to you. Have a roll in a pile of rusty needles and then go for a swim in cancer?" David said with a playful tone and a smile on his face. as he let his eyes drag along and study the other wolves they all seemed on edge as if they were expecting an attack at anytime. Though it was well hidden under the everyday courtesies they were showing. <br/><br/>"So why does this seem like a war zone if you don't mind me asking. All of you seem ready to snap." David asked wondering how well that question would sit with the ptsd that seemed to be going around here.</span><br/><br/>One of the new comers spoke up and he had an odd sense of humor about himself. He was defiantly from the city. She eyed him and tried to catch his attention and hold his gaze before speaking to him, "It is usually taken as a bad sign when a guest does not accept an offering of food. Especially to wolves..." She said holding his gaze awhile longer then going back to her meal.<br/><br/>His last question struck her to the core and she had about enough out of him. She tossed the rest of her remains into the smoldering fire and stalked off to the creek to wash her plate. Her back held all her tension and she tried her best to hide it but knew a few would catch it. As she stalked away from the group she kicked a smallish rock that was in the way of her foot. She found it rather silly to wear shoes, even when she was in her human form. They got in the way of her balance and she was unable to feel the dirt underneath her. The babbling of the creek began to sooth her nerves as she reached a large boulder that sat on the edge of the water line. Resting a hand against the chilled stone she slowly squatted to wash her plate.<br/><br/>The chilled water ran over the plate and her smooth white hands, the water was rather refreshing compared to the heat waves that the fire created. Wanting to not just rinse the plate but make sure the food particles fell off as well she picked up a handful of smallish rocks and jostled them against the plates surface. After a few moments of having the rocks slide around she left the float off into the river and she set the plate down along the bank. Her butt fell soon after and she let her feet and legs drift in the slow current which barley tugged at her limbs. A small smile tugged at her lips as she enjoyed the small pleasure and forgot about the rude mannered male.