<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Reia-SonLahleli_Posting01.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Son' Lahleli<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir, L'aen, Ts'itu, Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Forest near Sadghan Lake<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>It had taken some arguing with Danae, but Son' Lahleli had finally convinced the healer that she was well enough to join Ts'itu on the latest hunting expedition. The first rush of fresh air had filled her lungs and she'd let out a joyful laugh, something she would not have done had the others been around. They had surged off ahead of her, feet light and bodies swift as she held back, preferring to stay towards the rear of the group. As she ran, small prey scattered around her, hiding down in burrows or scurrying up trees. She frowned for a moment as she thought of the hare she had caught just two days ago, the meat having been stripped and cleaned yesterday and some of it used in a light stew, and decided she had more than enough for now.<br/><br/>From a distance she heard her Alpha's call and not a moment later Kon's answering one. She had lifted her head to give her own answer when she realized that Astir had not howled out his response. Son' Lahleli kept running but with faster, swifter movements, a deadlier intent to them.<br/><br/>A slight shift in the wind brought a new handful of scents with it, among them Astir and a strange wolf, just as his warning howl rose up. For a moment she flashed back to the wolf that had found his way into their village the night of the feast but then shook it off; but Tsaghani wasn't important, not at the moment, and she had to remain alert. With a brusque push against a felled tree, Son' Lahleli executed a sharp turn and headed towards Astir.<br/><br/>"...playing games...Ghaltsel...name..." Words drifted through the trees as she neared the two wolves, the voice young and unfamiliar. She'd heard about the Ghaltsel pack but didn't know much about them and wondered at what one of their wolves could be doing on Nadaecki pack lands.<br/><br/>"Be still. I said don't try anything. That includes whatever you were just doing with the tree."<br/><br/>The tableau that met Son' Lahleli when she finally slid to a crouching stop, body poised for a fight, brought her up cold, a fissure of fear slithering down her spine. Astir had a young wolf held tight against him, his arm around the blond's neck and knife held to his throat. "Astir, what is this? Who is that?" She didn't like the way he was holding the boy, nor did she like the trickle of blood making its way down the young wolf's neck, but she knew better than to question Astir and made sure to keep her voice light enough as she spoke.<br/>