<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/845d628e-ab92-439f-9a3f-87a590dbfc93_zps0cefd770.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/845d628e-ab92-439f-9a3f-87a590dbfc93_zps0cefd770.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>'Nesii<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir, Danae, L'aen<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shaman House<br/><strong>When:</strong>8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>Outside 'Nesii was racing through the village on the pads of her wolfen feet. Four feet ate the ground faster than two, though she was swift in her human form as well. She ran on instinct, without looking, with no care for anyone who might be in her path, and with a low growl in he throat to warn them away. Anyone who dared to try and stop her would be snapped at and she wouldn't slow one iota. When the Second rushed, you got out of the way or you got trampled...and there'd be no apologies on her part later.<br/><br/>She couldn't say who had told her that their people had returned. At the words "severe injuries" she'd simply seen red and hadn't paused to ask for details. She'd shifted and started running, her mind racing to the worst two thoughts she could fathom, Ts'itu or Astir being hurt. Her Alpha or her Lover. Neither was an option she wanted to face, but at least Ts'itu would let Danae treat her if she was the one that was hurt. She knew that if it was Astir he'd cause nothing but trouble. The man was more stubborn than even her Father...and that was saying something!<br/><br/>Skidding to a halt outside the Shaman's House she nosed the door open and slipped inside, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the sight of the injured and breathing a slight sigh of relief that she<em>didn't</em>see Ts'itu. If they're Alpha had been serious injured, even those lying on pallets would have done their best to ensure that she was the first one through Danae's door. If she wasn't seeing her than any wounds that her friend might have were minor. Still, the thought ran through her head that on the next hunt Ts'itu decided she was going on, Astir could stay home and watch the village, and she'd go and watch the Alpha's back!<br/><br/>Sniffing the air she turned her head and found Astir lying in his own wolfen form and smelling distinctly of blood. A good portion of it his own. Vaguely she heard someone offer to help Danae hold recalcitrant patients down but she pushed the thought away. If anyone was going to Astir down it would be her...and then she'd slap him when she was human-formed again! Giving another low growl she warned those in the house out of her way and made her way toward Astir. She saw the young man near him (L'aen) and the only thing that kept her from growling at him and warning him away was that Astir actually seemed to be listening to what the young man was saying. If he wasn't tense around him, then he wasn't a problem, but 'Nesii would damned sure find out who this stranger was later.<br/><br/>Moving forward she touched her nose to Astir's lightly, a low whine in the back of her throat, clearly worried about him but unable to see his wounds for the blanket Hiti had put over him. Glaring she gave him a low growl and pressed down on the end of his nose lightly with one paw, being as clear as she could that she intended for him to remain still as she shifted just enough to sniff at him, at least finding out<em>where</em>his wounds were even if she couldn't tell what. If he had a blanket over him she wasn't going to pull it off. Danae knew her business and 'Nesii wouldn't get in the way of it...and she clearly wasn't going to let Astir get in the way of it either, even if it was himself he was getting in the way of it for.