<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Tsghani, Son' Lahleli, & Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Forests near Sadghan Lake<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A growl alerted her to his return to waking. She held in an answering growl of her own, knowing that he was likely just upset. And yet she wished, desperately wished, she'd growled at him anyway when she heard his words and felt him beginning to pull away. Though he didn't quite yank fully away, the message was clear. Fiercely she tried to keep her composure, fangs sinking into her lower lip even as her body stiffened into a tensely corded line. Still he provoked her further. It was clear even down to his voice that he was weak, that he needed help. Yet he'd rather shove her away than accept even another moment of her help.<br/><br/>Pain jolted through her, clenching at her heart. She was losing her pack. Son' Lahleli might die. Astir was horribly injured. War was coming on all fronts. Danae was mating. Now Kon would rather kill himself with exhaustion than touch her. A horrible, wrenching laugh left her. It was halfway to a sob, and she clamped her mouth shut. Likely he'd smell the tears beginning to streak down her face, but she herself ignored them. She was alpha. And alphas did not acknowledge weakness.<br/><br/>"Tolerate me a moment longer, if you would," she said, unfathomably proud that her voice did not shake. Ts'itu's legs shook a bit more as she walked further. Just over the ridge she could see the rising smoke of a fire. They were very close. "I know you hate me now, but you need help and I'm the only one available."