As her eyes remained trained on Aidan, waiting for some sort of a response from the source of overwhelming wet dog smell, another scent joined the fray, a scent that had her stomach churning as it hit her. Blood, the heavy and hot scent of copper, filled the air about her, overtaking the smoke that wafted to and fro at the behest of the wind’s cool and gentle insistence. The scraping sound of the lifeless form it belonged to being dragged behind another’s even steps had her looking in the opposite direction, a hand covering her mouth out of habit. Bile, uncontrollable and bitter, rose in her throat at the thought of this creature being torn apart, broken down for the others of the pack, eyes fluttering closed as the urge to expel the bile grew stronger.<br/><br/>Thankfully, another sound joined the early morning squawks of fowl unseen and zombie-like shuffles of her fellow compatriots rousing from their slumber: The sound of Lady Gaga’s voice.<span style="font-style: italic">Eidhin’s up,</span>came the obvious thought, a glance toward the mouth of the cave to see his form lumbering out. A small, tired smile pulled at the corners of her lips as he wandered over, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before vanishing outside her visual reach.<br/><br/>But, she didn’t need to see him to know what he was doing.<br/><br/>The sound of his wildly offkey screeching--that he liked to call “singing”--reached the fire, heard plainly over the crackle of branches snapping and evergreen needles popping. An involuntary grimace took hold of her features, the wince unable to be shaken until the song was done, a hand having long since taken up residence on her face, a subtle shaking moving through her.<span style="font-style: italic">You’d think that there’d have been some improvement by now...the same song over and over…</span>It was a rueful thought, no malice in her inner thoughts, even a hint of a laugh to them, as he came back, making himself comfortable beside her. His accompanying comment to her inquiry had a glimmer of a smile joining her face.<br/><br/>And, of course, the one thing she hadn’t thought to grab was the one thing that Aidan was asking for. Clothing.<span style="font-style: italic">How had I not thought of that?</span>came a thought, making to get up and grab some for her, only to be met with another form leaving the cave.<span style="font-style: italic">Leave it to him to keep common sense in check.</span><br/><br/>Or was it common sense?<br/><br/>Apparently, when he’d grabbed clothing, he’d grabbed only what Aidan had left atop her pile of clothes which consisted of...no pants. Shirts were always a plus, as was a towel to dry off with and a bra...but the thong was the kicker. A thong, but no pants. All Eilidh could do was laugh at the comment Aidan came back with, nestling more into Eidhin’s side.<br/><br/>Thomas, it seemed, was taking the role of the comedian this morning, making cracks about coffee and a lack of milk. She was about to say that she could find some sort of a soy substitute somewhere, just for Aidan and her vegetarian-hating ass, but a howl resounded, loud and clear, throughout the entirety of the woods. Eryan...She didn’t know about what’d happened. Whatever happy feeling she’d had at the few jokes (and at Aidan’s expense) only moments before was now gone in the blink of an eye. Thomas would have to break the news to her, and that would mean more death added to what she already had to mourn. Her brow furrowed and E retreated into herself, picking at the hem of her shirt.<br/><br/>So, when her name was called to do the sweep, she nodded, getting up from her seat. The change wasn’t the smoothest, given her current state of mind, but it was managed. Bone-breaking, organ-shifting and a growl later, and she was shifted, shaking out her coat and eyeing the waiting Cade before nodding her head in the direction they were to take and taking off.