<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sadghan Lake and Forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><strong>"Alone... yes.. yes I am alone!"</strong>He started in a soft tone and got a bit louder as he felt the blade's small bite and he whimpered like he had when he was a pup.<br/><br/>Tears began to form and he had begun to reconsider his thought of doing a little good for the other pack, perhaps he should have left well enough alone and stayed where he had been, no matter how uncomfortable he felt with it.  But no, he couldn't ignore the omens.<strong>"I am not playing games I swear.  Uh.. Uh pack uh...Ghaltsel.. thats my old pack's name. "</strong>The stronger, bigger wolf snarled at him and he stayed in place, pinned against the tree and the wolf.<br/><br/>His chest heaved and paused as he was being sniffed, the wolfs own masculine musk catching in his nostrils, slightly making him curious, but the predicament he was under killed it.  He looked at Astir wide-eyed before he was jerked from the tree and as they broke contact so had his comfort.  He was on the edge of tears and afraid that because he wanted to help, it would cost him his life.  Though if it did it was understandable and he would accept his fate no matter what it was.  The knifes blade pushed against the fresh knick, teasing it as though it wanted to slice his flesh more and L'aen yelped. He felt as Astir's energy rubbed his own and knew immediately what he was, and that he knew what L'aen was.<br/><br/>L'aen swallowed as the dominant wolf spoke and he looked at him, immobile, but giving a gaze that told he understood and he just awaited his fate.