<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>Danae, Hiti, Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shaman House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Rest, bah," Ts'itu said, forcing her gaze back to Danae. She could tell that her<em>daed'ze</em>was onto her though. One soft hand squeeze and a smile, and Danae had released her hand. As if silent permission to go chase after Hiti had been granted.<em>Am I really that obvious?</em>she wondered, then winced to think of how she'd reacted to the mere scent of the other girl. Subtlety was not her strength, nor, apparently, was keeping her mouth shut.<br/><br/>"Hiti, why don't you make our Alpha some tea? Remember those flowers we picked earlier? Use the green and yellow ones." Ts'itu scowled at Danae's already turned back, lithe arms folding across her chest. She knew very well what kind of tea was made with those thrice damned flowers, and it was hardly the kind of stuff she needed. Another half day dead to the world was the exact opposite, actually, of what she needed. And then there was Hiti, saying that she could help by resting. Ts'itu's scowl deepened and her green eyes flickered over to the sacrifice.<br/><br/>"For the Mother's sake, I'm not an invalid. If you need me out of the way you hardly need to knock me out." Despite this, her feet were already directing her toward Hiti. It warmed her just a bit to see the other girl being so brave. The wolf was pleased to see her taking care of the pack. This wouldn't help with the subtlety, but Ts'itu didn't much care. She was the alpha. If she wanted to loom over a sacrifice in a way that better befitted a besotted pup than a woman of her calibre, she was fully allowed to do so.<br/><br/>Except then there was nothing left of Hiti except a pile of blankets heaped upon the floor. Ts'itu blinked and then shifted her gaze toward the doorway, where Hiti was already trying to haul Kon to his feet.<em>Damn, she moves quickly. Like a little rabbit,</em>she thought, shifting her weight to one foot.<br/><br/>It seemed Hiti was going to try to carry Kon back to one of the cots. It was laughable considering the extreme difference in their heights and weights. Not that Ts'itu was laughing. Indeed she seemed torn between growling at Kon for daring to touch Hiti, pride at Hiti's courage in touching an injured Tikaan, and the instinct to simply go help them both. In the end instinct and logic won out. She stalked over to the pair and grabbed Kon's free hand to sling his arm around her shoulders. As much as she hated to admit it, instinct was still demanding that he<em>stop touching</em>Hiti. And it wasn't likely to shut up any time soon.<br/><br/><em>Practicality,</em>she reminded herself.<em>Practicality and pack.</em>"Come on, Kon, let's get you to the bed. I'm sure Danae will want to stitch you up before she tries confronting Astir." There might have been a slight grit to her teeth, a warning that if he were to try to cross her she just might lunge for his throat, but overall there was concern and care. She glanced over at Hiti briefly and smiled a bit lopsidedly at the girl, "Besides, if you stay like this much longer, you'll crush the little rabbit beneath your weight."