<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>Deep in the forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/>Slave. That was the word she had used. It didn't fit right to Zhergan's mind. They were Sacrifices, humans, but not slaves. They were as much part of the pack as any other Tikaan in Kayax. He thought about it, long through the evening as he watched the cave that Eira had entered. He remembered now the day that she came to their pack. Unlike the others that were excited or fearful she had shown no such weakness. Her eyes had been full of the same sort of determination as when she met his gaze back there. How come he had just swept that aside back then? Why had he not made sure she was taken into the fold? A pack could grow sick from such defiance.<br/><br/>He was curled up to try to remain heated, but the winds were picking up. Was there a storm coming in from the north? It seemed like it, he could hear the wind howl above the trees, bringing in thicker clouds of snow and ice. He watched Eira light her fire and covering up the entrance as good as she could. It sure looked inviting. His stomach rumbled a little. His pride wouldn't allow it, not to mention that they were as good as enemies now. He couldn't sleep in the same cave as her.<br/><br/>A large pile of snow fell from the branch above and completely covered the Omega. To hell with it, he thought as he let his paws take him in the direction of the cave, his body slowly shifting as he stood on two legs, ripping some fresh branches of pine to cover himself with. Living in a cave didn't mean you could maintain some decency.<br/><br/>He pulled the fan of branches aside and entered without a word. He didn't flinch to her reaction but instead placed some of the pine branches on the ground while covering himself with the rest. He might not be as young or toned as the other Tikaan males, but he was still hanging on to his physical prime and cords of muscle shifted beneath his skin as he sat down on the branches and warmed himself by the fire. He met her gaze with his bright and dark eyes and said nothing. He just watched her, ready to pounce in case she got any bad ideas. The wind howled louder outside. It was a storm after all.