<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Skrida.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Skrida<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Hiti, Unna, Eira, Mikla<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a fairly well known fact in the village that few could resist Skrida's charm. On occasion, even Eira fell for it, though that was indeed a rare occurance. Nonetheless he smiled at finally getting the small redhead to laugh. She'd clearly needed it, though the relief it might have provided didn't seem to last long. Intent on getting that smile back, he gripped her proffered hand and bent over it in the most courtly way he could manage. "An honor, fairest Hiti. I'm Skrida, the humble blacksmith and unofficial big brother of all sundry sacrifices."<br/><br/>As he straightened he heard Eira's advice to the smallish dark haired one. "I do believe that's the closest I've ever heard you come to complimenting one of the wolves," he said to Eira. Though his words seemed teasing, it would be impossible to miss the way he seemed genuinely pleased. Unlike many of the sacrifices he'd never quite been able to understand why there was so much animosity toward the wolves. That Eira seemed to at least minutely be getting over her own was a good sign.<br/><br/>Mikla's hand slapping into his back was unmistakeable. It was only through a couple of years of practice from living with the man that he kept from wincing. "I'm never bothersome," he said a bit crossly. "I'm a delight. And exactly<em>which</em>one of us is the one who has managed to sleep through half the village, hm?" Grey eyes dancing with mirth, he punched the other man gently on the shoulder.<br/><br/>He smiled to the dark haired one, Unna, as well, and bowed over her outstretched hand as well. She seemed more at peace with her situation, which boded well, though he couldn't help noticing the way she kept shivering. "In any case, if either of you ever need anything you can feel free to drop by the forge and workshop. Usually Mikla or I will be there. Just follow the heat and you'll find it quick enough. We're not as good as the alpha or the second, but we can knock some beta heads in a crisis. Of course, you could always hide behind Eira as well. I'm fairly sure her glare could make Father Moon himself flee with terror."<br/><br/>As if summoned by Mikla's words, Danae appeared by their group. He smiled at her slightly, and then grinned at the girls. "Best listen to her. Seni's the tall menacing looking one over there."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><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>'Nesii, Danae Open [Essentially Everyone]<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outskirts of Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning, Sixth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ts'itu's sighed with relief as she felt 'Nesii grab her arm. To outsiders it would merely seem that 'Nesii wanted to discuss some minor detail or another, instead of trying to prop up the alpha who'd pushed herself too hard. "We were ambushed. Delk'ali could have been killed. I doubt you would have been able to sleep either," Ts'itu said. Though she knew her second was only trying to gently chide her, she couldn't help the flash of protective fury that lit her at the thought of her beloved pack being damaged. Tired or not she could have fought another battle right then, would have if it had been necessary. Blessed Mother Winter, it wasn't necessary.<br/><br/>Seeing Danae approaching, Ts'itu held back a tiny groan. She was delighted to see her all-but-blood sister after so long apart. She loved her pack, but Danae still loved her enough as a person to give her guilt trips instead of merely bowing to her station as alpha. When she'd dreamt of being alpha she'd never thought she would miss guilt trips.<br/><br/>"Bah, Danae, can't you just give me a hug?" she said, holding up her free arm in clear invitation. "And I'm just fine, an hour of sleep and a rabbit or two, I'll be fit as a fiddle." If she'd intended to argue further (and she had), she would have continued on this vein. Danae's narrowed eyes stopped her cold. Any minute the guilt trips would begin, along with the gentle threats. Though she'd already lost, she drew herself up to her full height and said, "Alright. But you must tend to the other's first. Delk'ali's been limping for miles from that wound in his leg, I believe Kon was trying to get himself killed, and the sacrifices are inches away from becoming one with Mother Winter's breath."<br/><br/>Then, as regally as she could manage when the ground seemed to be intent on switching places with the sky, she began to stride off toward the Shaman House.