<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Zhergan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Eira, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside of Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>8th day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/>The jet black wolf sat atop a hill far into the forest, the trails of smoke coming up from the village keeping its eyes occupied as they whirled across the heavens. One must look to all manner of things to see clearly how the spirits tried to guide you. These past days Zhergan had kept for himself outside the village, trying to make sense of it all. His instincts and the spirits told him to run, to save himself from the doom that awaited the pack. But his pride and heart kept him from deserting the Nadaecki in their time of need and guidance. It was about all he could do though. His eyes failed him. Perhaps it was inevitable that the tribe would fall?<br/><br/>His eyes were drawn down towards the open patch in the woods outside the village, the pond from which they gathered water for bathing and washing clothes in the summer. It had been completely frozen over for many weeks now. But it wasn't the pond itself that caught his attention. It was the winds that crept over hit, cutting through the snow like it was clearing a path for someone. Someone with a purpose. The winds carried up towards him and he could feel the smell of thick furs. But there was also a hint of human in it. A Sacrifice carrying such determination that it carried with her a guiding wind surely couldn't be out for a mere stroll or a simple task. As the figure finally broke the treeline and entered onto the thick ice his suspicions were further reinforced. It was a female, carrying a basket for firewood, but there was something slightly off about her steps, how she carried it. If a Sacrifice meant to carry wood for the purpose of the Nadaecki, why would she carry a basket that was already partially packed. And the determination with which she carried that basket was not truly worthy of a simple gathering of kindling.<br/><br/>The wolf took a leap forwards and almost slid the whole way down to the foot of the hill in the tall layers of snow. His fur was covered in powdered snow, masking him somewhat against the white ground. His lips curled into a scowl, baring his teeth as he made his way in the direction of the Sacrifice' path. It was the prime problem with the Sacrifices of today. They just couldn't accept their place in their new pack. His slick black form cut through the snow like a scythe, covering him in more snow as he closed in. He finally slid in behind a tree as he saw the wind opening the path ahead of him. And not far behind it came the human. He couldn't completely place her in his memory. He should have just leaped in front of her with a snarl and forced her back to the village. That was what his instincts, pride and the spirits told him. But his heart was curious. As such he just stood there silent, unmoving as she passed him by. He felt compelled to follow her. He wanted to know where she was headed.