<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>'Nesii<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open, Astir<br/><strong>Where:</strong><br/><strong>When:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Seeing that Ts'itu was on her way toward Danae's hut a small smirk curved 'Nesii's lips. It seemed as if most of the Pack was looking out for their Alpha and that was something that always made 'Nesii feel good. That they were a cohesive unit would protect them in hard times more surely than any one Leaders fighting skills alone ever could. Letting everyone else scatter, 'Nesii simply roamed through the village for a time, listening to the sounds of preparation for the celebration they'd share that night.<br/><br/>Coming around one of the buildings a small smirk curved her lips when she saw Astir speaking with Skrida, Mikla, and Nilteni. Unable to resist she leaned down and packed a handful of snow into a firm ball and flung it at the back of Astir's head! She was already laughing before she even saw if the snow ball had hit him or not, and there was no pretending to be stern when she eyed the four men, though her her stance was authoritative, her eyes were sparkling with mirth, "Astir, don't you have anything better to do than give these boys trouble today? No doubt they have their own work to do so that they can relax and enjoy the festivities tonight as well. If you're bored I'm sure I can find some scut work for you to do," she taunted.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Eira<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Any<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Leaving the Healer's Hut<br/><strong>When:</strong>Morning<br/><hr/><br/>All but flinging herself out of the Healer's hut, Eira saw Ts'itu and Zhergan speaking and offered the barest of nods to them before walking by and on her way. She knew the standing of both in the Pack, of course, but neither actually intimidated her. She usually kept her eyes down, like a good little sacrifice was expected to, but there was no real fear of them in her, and she doubted that they'd notice her anyway, not as thick as it looked like their conversation was.<br/><br/>Slipping just outside the village she drew a deep breath, feeling something loosen in her chest once she was away from everyone. The only time she felt a bit of peace was when she was far enough away that she could pretend, at least for a little while, that she was anywhere but where she was. Drawing her bowl from under her cloak she began to eat the same porridge that she'd made for those inside the Healer's Hut and all but purred as the sweet flavors of cinnamon, nutmeg, and just a touch of sugar, floated across her tongue. Not for the first time she was grateful for all the hours that her mother had made her spend with their cook, even if her greatest skill came with such simple fare.<br/><br/>Looking back at the village, and all the preparations that she knew would be taking place within in, she wondered (and not for the first time, though she'd never have admitted it to anyone) if she shouldn't just give in and try to make a life for herself here with the Wolves. They weren't bad really, not for the most part, and most of them actually treated the Humans as a part of the village. Every time she thought it thought, a deep shudder just rolled down her spine and she found herself wanting to growl and break things...all the more because of the fact that if she let down her guard, she<em>could</em>make a life for herself here.<br/><br/>Sighing she set her bowl down in the snow, her food less than half eaten and her appetite gone, so that she could rest her head on her knees and simply stare at the village. She'd have her own word to get done soon, but, for a short time, she could just sit and stare, letting her mind wander and barely feeling the cold around her.