<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Delk%27ali.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Delk'ali Doson<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Returning with the Alpha outside Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><hr/><br/>Normally, Delk'ali did not care all that much for the sacrifices. Oh sure, they weren't useless, generally speaking, and the smart ones learned to pull their weight quick enough. Today however, he was grateful for the presence of the two newest sacrifices, simply because it meant he could move at a slower pace. It had been a brief fight on the way to the sacrifices, having stumbled across a small group from a rival pack. Of course, since he had been scouting, Delk'ali had suddenly found himself all alone and surrounded by several angry warriors. Thankfully the rest of his pack was close behind and they had swiftly routed them.<br/><br/>It wasn't without cost though. Kon had the most wounds by far, having flung himself into the fray with an almost frenzied air, as he strove to prove himself to the Alpha. Delk wasn't entirely sure what his fellow betas reasoning was. Did he want to impress the Alpha, or the woman who held the position? With a shrug he forgot about it, and focused on his own problems. He had caught a blade on his thigh in the fight as he frantically defended himself with his javelin. His weapon had broken, blocking an axe strike that Delk'ali had only seen at the last possible second and desperately moved his fragile weapon into the path of the murderous metal. He would have to carve himself a new shaft, and the iron spike that topped his weapon was in a pouch to remind him.<br/><br/>The wound wasn't bad, although it had been painful, and had become a dull, pained throb by the time they began the journey back to Kayax. He had bandaged the wound as best he could, but he knew after the first day that he would require a healers services. Still, he made no complaint, and it was only during this last stretch that he allowed himself to slow down. Hopefully he would be able to slip past the current second and her homecoming celebrations and just head straight to the young Omega healer to have his wounds seen to.<br/><br/>Painful as his leg was, he refused to voice a complaint or let himself be seen limping. He was already smaller than just about every grown member of the Nadeacki, and several of the older pups as well. He knew he was seen as a weakling because he had neither the strength nor size of any Nadaecki his size, which of course meant that in a fair fight, many of the older pups could probably beat him or even kill him if they took a mind to it. Of course, Delk'ali was never in the mood for a fair fight, and he was not a hated member of the pack, merely despised for his apparent weaknesses. Something to be looked down upon, but not to be squished yet.<br/><br/>His teeth forming a grimace of effort, he stopped a moment at the crest of the hill, where he stopped to take a breath. It could be easily and truthfully explained away as simply enjoying the sight of the village at sunrise, and he did miss his spot in the upper levels of the beta house. Breathing deeply through his nose, he set off down towards the village at a steady pace, moving towards the healer's home.