<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Zhergan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Eira, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Some way out of Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/>Eira was her name. Or at least he thought so. A cold one, strong in soul and unwilling to bow to her new place in life. Admirable in its own right, but it could cause trouble in a pack. It was bad enough that the Nadaecki had grown weak from complacency, if the Sacrifices openly defied the Tikaan the other tribes might see that weakness in the open. And that wasn't something that they could afford now. Not when the Atallans were preparing to rise against them. Not when winter was growing colder by each night. She could not be allowed to escape, if he so had to kill her himself.<br/><br/>Yet he could not bring himself to attack her. There was something about the strength of her spirit that kept his simmering rage at bay. That she was ready to brave the unknown cold forest for who knows how many days before she reached the nearest human village. If at all. Even with all those clothes the cold would make her sluggish soon enough. If night fell and she hadn't found cover from the ravages of Winter, she would freeze her feet and hands off or even die. It was that sort of determination and defiance he wanted the Betas to have. If they didn't challenge the Alpha they would become comfortable with her rule and she would become lax in her leadership.<br/><br/>He cleared the treeline some hundred feet in front of her and sat down. As she passed him he was in plain sight. But he just watched her with cold eyes. He wanted to gauge her reaction. Her resolve. More than anything he wanted to pounce her and rip her to pieces. Or at least that was what his instincts told him. His heart just held him in place, still like a cliff as she approached, passed him by and disappeared from sight.